Chapter 64: His Revenge

Not knowing how others got married, I guessed it could not have been duller or more casual than ours. No sooner had we entered the door than several couples whispered to one another that we were ten years apart at least.

Ignoring them, Jonathan pulled me towards the staff member at the court and put the household registry certificate on the table, which startled them. They asked with wide eyes, "Is this a father-daughter relationship?"

"Adoptive father and daughter! Just revise the relationship column," Jonathan answered impatiently.

"But... " glancing at his name, the lady looked up at the bodyguards behind him, then said gingerly, "I will ask about it."

After a while, she came out and handed us a form quickly. "You fill out the form, then sign it," she said.

When filling out the form, I finally could not help asking the question: "Why do you want to marry me since you hate me so much?" His hands paused, and the plastic pen cracked in his palm. He didn't speak and went on writing.

"If you are trying to get back at Steven, there's no need," I insisted.

Suddenly he looked up at me coldly and said, "To protect us by law. Desiree Li, you'd better be clear about your obligations as a wife then."

After finishing his words, he filled in his form, then took mine to fill it out. "What obligations?" I wondered. I didn't understand it until I saw the ambiguous chuckles on others' faces.

I constrained my anger as everyone was looking at us. I grabbed the form indignantly, signed my name, then threw it to him, shouting, "Jonathan Li, you should be clear about the rights that a wife enjoys."

Somehow, there was silence in the room. After taking the photo casually, within less than ten minutes, the staff gave us the marriage certificate and told us we could go.

I took over that rough booklet. No sooner had we gone out the door than we heard the screams rising from within, "He is Jonathan Li!"

"That girl was calling him Jonathan Li, it is him!" I seemed to have made a mistake.

"No one can do such a thing, marrying his daughter, except him! It is obvious that that girl was unwilling," I heard them say.

He stopped and tightened his hands around my fingers. I pushed him and said, "Let's go! Since you chose to do it, don't care about the gossip." He stood still.

I pushed him again. "If you are concerned about the gossip, we are going to go through the divorce proceedings now."

"No way!" he glared at me, then turned to the bodyguard behind him and ordered, "Give them a warning that if the news about my marriage spreads, none of them will ever have a chance to get married."

As for the honeymoon, it was bleak, my bridegroom would never show up except for sex. I was confined to a small room, counting the suffering days. It was so boring that I read my textbook ten times. After that I could never recite the content, I began to practice math and recite vocabulary.

I happened to find a long lost musical instrument in the cupboard. I cherished it, occupying myself with it day and night. There was no piano, so I closed my eyes to imagine the desk as a piano, moving my fingers over the desk. When the visionary music echoed in my brain, my mood improved.

I looked down towards the window beside me. His car was parked downstairs. "Was he back?" I wondered. Immediately I knelt on my chair excitedly, searching every corner I could see. I loved to look for him in that way, and if I could find him, I would be delighted even if he was a distance away.

Unfortunately, I didn't find him that day. But I still didn't give up, climbing higher on the window sill to see further. "What are you looking at?" Jonathan's voice startled me, and I fell over.

I fell into the most unexpected embrace. I held his shoulders. It was an intimate feeling, which I had never felt when our bodies were entwined. Because at that moment, he was staring at me and my face reflected in his pupils.

"I'm looking for you, your car is parked downstairs," I said. He thought for a moment, glancing at the clock on my desk, and suddenly asked, "Do you know the time I got back yesterday?"

"Ten past nine," I said.

"The day before yesterday?" he asked.

"Half-past six," I told him.

"And the other day?" he went on.

"You didn't go out," I said.

He looked at me, quietly, and emotions stirred between us. I reached forward tentatively and touched his lips, they were soft and cool.

I seized the perfect chance and he did not shun me, holding his neck and kissing him deeply. I licked his lips with my hot tongue tip, warming his cold lips. He threw me on the bed with a sudden effort. I just wanted to sit up when he pressed my body down and covered my lips violently.

His kiss was like a flaming fire, overwhelming. During the kissing, we took off our clothes, seeking lustful satisfaction. Whether he believed me or not, I groaned and murmured when kissing him, "Jonathan, I love you. Please trust me that I love you."

He smiled helplessly and said: "Desiree, love is reflected by your behavior, not your words nor your thoughts. If you love me, you would never raise a knife over my heart."

"I shall not do it again! Never!" I promised.

"But I won't forgive you and again, and I can't love you as freely as I used to," he said to me.

"How can I satisfy you?" I asked.

I nodded in his arms. Of course, he would not believe me. I didn't care, when we didn't separate, there was always hope that he would realize my sincere affection. Maybe we could revive our love if I waited patiently. Nothing was impossible if we were still hugging and kissing.

Time would change everything, and I had enough time.