Chapter 470 You Are Not Wrong at All
Alexander leaned against his pillow, his eyes coldly gazing at Courtney. He seemed to be deep in his thoughts for a moment before he asked, “Are we not married?”
Courtney was slightly caught off guard by the question she didn’t have an answer to.
He really doesn’t remember, she thought.
Alexander before and after the memory loss didn’t seem all that different other than the fact that he didn’t recognize anyone. His behavior and mannerisms were still the same. There was one thing, however, that drove her nuts.
On the day of the discharge, he refused to go back home unless Courtney went back with him.
“You are my wife. Why are we living separately?” Those were his words that left her speechless.
Courtney didn’t feel comfortable with talking about what had happened in the past. It wasn’t even a simple or straightforward story to tell. Alas, she had no choice but to move in with him so that she could take care of him.
They were in the bedroom when he looked at her organizing her luggage and asked, “Courtney, did we get into an argument before the accident?”
Instead of answering him, she asked, “Why the sudden question?”
“You wouldn’t have moved away if we didn’t get into an argument.” He had an unreadable expression on his face as he looked at the room’s wardrobe.
Not knowing what to say to him, she continued to take her clothes out of her luggage. However, just as she opened the wardrobe to put her clothes in, she was stunned to see her old clothes tidily arranged in the wardrobe.
She couldn’t believe that Alexander still kept her things from 5 years ago after she had left their home.
“What is wrong?” his voice rang out from behind.
“It is nothing.” She sucked a deep breath in and hung her clothes up. “We didn’t get into an argument. I was always busy at the hospital, and I thought moving to the hospital would be better since I didn’t want to disturb you too much.”
Right after she said that, he wrapped his arms around her from behind and plopped his chin on the top of her head. He then scolded her in a low voice, “Don’t do that next time, okay? You should live with me because you are my wife. I will drive you to work and pick you up everyday from now on.”
She let out a bright laugh at that.
“What are you talking about? You have to go to work! Are you going to neglect such a big company just like that?”
“Don’t we have a son?” He lowered his head to press kisses on the shell of her ear. “Let our son handle it.”
The soft kisses were starting to distract her then. “Jordan is only 11 years old! You really don’t remember anything, do you?” she moaned.
His low voice then purred into her ear. “I don’t care. I don’t want to go to work.”
“What do you want to do, then?”
Instead of answering her, Alexander made it a point to give her a reply with his body.
The sun was still high in the sky then. The sunlight shone in through the open curtain and onto the big bed that shook so violently that it might break. The sound of heavy panting and slapping from the bed could be heard all across the room.
After 30 minutes, Courtney limblessly lay sprawled on her pillow. Even though she was worn out, she didn’t forget about the wound on Alexander’s head. “Be…Be careful with your injury,” she gasped for air. “You just got rid of the bandage—”
She was cut off when he abruptly drove his member into her lower body. As though there was electricity heightening the senses of every part of her body, her neck immediately arched as she let out a yelp, and what followed after was the uncontrollable trembling of her torso.
Alexander’s low voice then rang out from above her head.
“Focus,” he growled.
Her face was flushed as she lay under him. Her biting her lip only made her look more delectable. Just like the first strawberries to grow in spring, Alexander couldn’t help but take a bite of the lovely woman.
They had finally consummated after holding back their feelings for each other for 5 years. Now that they were able to express themselves freely to one another, their bodies continued to entangle with each other until the sun went down the horizon.
She might be exhausted, but she was unwilling to step back from these long overdue touches. With one arm around his neck, and the other behind her to support herself, she continued to grind up and down on him.
When they were done, Alexander carried her into the bathroom to clean themselves up.
The sheets had already been changed into clean ones when they came out of the bathroom. She immediately knew that Alexander’s servants had come in and changed them when the couple was having their shower.
She turned as red as a tomato after realizing that, and she jumped into bed and hid herself in the blanket.
From the memory he had of her, he didn’t recall a time when he had seen her acting this way. Feeling intrigued by this side of her he had never seen before, he was about to throw the blanket off of her and continue with what they were doing.
“I am going to get angry if you keep this up,” she playfully huffed, her palms holding him back by pushing at his chest.
“I just want to sleep with you. I won’t do anything else,” he promised her as he gave her an embrace.
She could finally heave a sigh of relief after hearing his words.
However, she wasn’t the only one who wasn’t sleepy even though the sky had turned dark. Alexander’s voice soon rang out near her ear, “You are so perfect, and you even gave birth to 3 of our children. Why didn’t I marry you after all those years of knowing you?”
“Because you are a bully,” she grumbled.
“Did I treat you badly before?”
Hearing that, she couldn’t help but ask, “Why do you think so?”
“Your aunt didn’t seem to like me that much when I was discharged,” he confessed.
“At least you are self-aware.”
“Are you still willing to be with me, then?”
“I am giving you a chance to redeem yourself. Do you not want it?” she teased, in which he hurriedly replied, “Of course I do.”
His arms then tightened around her, and he announced, “Courtney, let’s get married.”
She hesitated for a bit, but she eventually mumbled an “okay”.
Just like the dreams she used to have when she was in her younger years, it felt as though life had restarted for her then. There was no more resentment or hatred: all that was left was genuine feelings of love.
When the next afternoon came, they made their way to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register for a marriage certificate.
Alexander’s hair still hadn’t grown out yet. In order to have their photo taken, Courtney had to buy a wig for him to cover his baldness last-minute. It might look somewhat unnatural, but it was still better than the smooth head with a surgical wound on it.
“Smile!”
“Ma’am, please get closer to your husband.”
“…”
Their smiles were exceptionally bright when the shutter of the camera clicked.
Courtney hadn’t thought that she and Alexander had to rush to get a marriage certificate, but she eventually understood that some things need to be done on a moment’s impulse.
A shower had just cleaned Melrose City by the time the couple left the building with their new certificate. The sunlight was shining perfectly too, and the air wasn’t humid.
She was in the midst of absent-mindedly staring at the certificate when he suddenly brought her to the trunk of the car before covering her eyes.
“What are you oh-so-mysteriously doing, huh?” she asked.
“Give me a moment.” He finally dropped his hands after a few seconds had passed, and he said to her, “You can open them now.”
As she slowly opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the trunk full of red, eye-catching roses that symbolized love. There were cards placed on top of the flowers, and on them were hand-drawn images of stories between a tortoise and a hare.
Starting from the leftmost card, it was an image of a tortoise and a hare sitting across each other at an office desk. They seemed to be having an interview for recruitment.
The tortoise went, “Why should I listen to the words of someone who faked their educational background?”
The hare seemed angered after hearing the tortoise’s words, and it raised its own resumé before yelling, “With the ability and experience I have, I am no worse than someone who has been educated. How can you judge a book by its cover?”
The second card showed an image of the hare shielding the tortoise from a chandelier that came falling from right above the little tortoise’s head.
The third one…
She realized that the images told stories of the time she had got to know him after she returned to the country.
Surprised, she asked, “Did you prepare all of this?”
“I don’t remember it well,” he admitted, “but I asked the people around me. They told me the stories, and I drew them all out. Did I get it right?”
She immediately nodded at that. “It’s perfect. All of this did happen.”
“There are still a lot of things that I don’t remember, but I believe that I will recall everything about us in time.” He had a loving expression on his face then, and he breathed, “Happy marriage, Mrs. Duncan.”
