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Riley Wallace: “…”

“Let’s go.” Joshua Thompson took her hand.

Riley Wallace: “What for?”

“To get our marriage license.” Joshua Thompson took out the household registration book from the inner pocket of his jacket.

Riley’s face turned red, she grumbled trying to break free: “Who wants to get a license with you…”

Joshua Thompson glanced at her: “Stop pretending, your face is practically shouting ‘I do’.”

Riley’s mouth twitched, a sweet feeling surging up from the bottom of her heart.

“Didn’t you say you didn’t like me?” She had confessed her feelings to him in front of so many people and had been rejected. Why was he changing his mind now?

“I indeed don’t like the way you are now.” Joshua Thompson looked her up and down, then held her chin, scrutinizing her from left to right, “You’re too skinny, you were more attractive before.”

After saying this, his gaze dropped, landing on a certain part of her, giving a couple of ‘tsk tsk’ sounds.

“What was already not full has further deteriorated.”

Riley Wallace: “…”

“Any woman under 100 pounds is either flat-chested or short…” Joshua Thompson raised his eyebrows, a smile on his face that seemed neither genuine nor forced. “I prefer the fuller you from the past.”

Riley’s nose tingled, she looked away.

She, too, didn’t like being on a diet. She was naturally prone to gaining weight, and had suffered a lot to get to her current figure.

In the end, she had slimmed down, but had lost her love for life.

Joshua Thompson always used to mock her for being overweight. In order to successfully confess her feelings, she’d determinedly started losing weight, only to discover he actually didn’t like her when she was skinny.

“Whether I’m fat or skinny has nothing to do with you, you already rejected my confession…”

She couldn’t be certain about Joshua Thompson’s feelings for her.

If he had feelings for her, why didn’t he accept her confession? But now he suddenly wanted to get the marriage license with her…

“Silly girl, how can a girl confess her feelings to a guy? This is something I should do.” Joshua Thompson smirked, “I was your fourth blind date, I wanted to tell you in person, but who would’ve thought you’d take a shine to that thin beanpole.”

Thinking of the bespectacled man, Joshua Thompson sneered dismissively, “Try to avoid men like that in the future.”

Riley’s lips parted slightly, his domineering words left her speechless.

The fourth man for the arranged dates…

So, does it mean that Joshua Thompson also has feelings for her?

A smile bloomed on Riley’s face, like a flower bathed in morning dew.

…

In the villa of the Leaford family, Molly Walker listened to Natalie Lambert’s incessant chatter, smiling without saying a word.

On hearing that Joshua Thompson had gone to get the marriage license with Riley Wallace, Amanda Leaford couldn’t contain her amusement: “Who would’ve thought, among the three brothers, the youngest one would be the first to get married.”

“Indeed, this shocking twist has startled all the gossip-mongers in Sunnydale. Even their clothes have gone viral all over the internet. Now everyone is calling them the ‘internet celebrity couple’.”

Amanda was overjoyed at their news, “Riley’s grown up together with Joshua, we know her family background too well. Since they’ve already got their license, we mustn’t fall behind in our customs. We should meet their parents soon to discuss betrothal gifts and wedding plans.”

“I’ve arranged it already.” Molly Walker interrupted, “Riley’s parents are still in Sunnydale. They said next weekend is a good time for the parents to meet.”

“The parents to meet?” Natalie Lambert looked at her aunt and asked softly, “So, uncle has to go too?”

‘Uncle’ here referred to Daniel Thompson.

Everyone had deliberately avoided him thus far, but now he had to be confronted.

Amanda’s cheerful face suddenly turned serious, and she blurted out: “Well, let him come, we’re still technically married, we don’t want our in-laws making fun of us.”

There was a sudden silence.

At this moment, the Leaford’s housekeeper knocked on the door, announcing: “A Phoebe Belmont is waiting outside the villa. She wishes to see Miss Thompson.”

Phoebe Belmont?

Amanda narrowed her eyes, a look of annoyance appeared on her face.

This Phoebe Belmont, who had provoked her time and time again and still came to her doorstep even after being hit.

“No visit.” Molly Walker opened her mouth and harshly dismissed the visitor without mercy.

She now valued her time and preferred to spend more time with her loved ones, nurturing her relationships.

In the decades she had been abroad, she had hardly spoken to her own family. Now that she had a rare opportunity, she didn’t want to waste any time on this matter.

The housekeeper nodded, then added, “There’s also a Mr. Stephen Crane who wishes to see you.”

Stephen Crane?

Molly Walker raised her eyebrow, wondering why this man was here.

Recalling how he had rigged her competition, Molly frowned.

She could understand that Stephen had her eliminated with the greater good in mind, but she could not agree.

Does this mean we should sacrifice innocent people for the greater good? Today she was the sacrifice, and tomorrow it could be someone with an even less prominent background.

There is a lot of unfairness in this world. She couldn’t change the world, but she could make her stance known.

Even if the world was tainted, she wanted to be the one who wouldn’t be stained by the sludge.

“Tell Mr. Crane that I’m not feeling well and won’t see him for now,” Molly waved her hand, refusing once again.

The housekeeper looked at her in admiration, respect springing from his heart.

While her refusal to see Phoebe Belmont could be justified, a request from Stephen Crane, a renowned figure on the world stage, was something that no one dared to refuse.

Miss Thompson indeed had a lot of courage!

With respect and admiration in his heart, the housekeeper walked away to deliver the message to Phoebe Belmont.

Phoebe was not surprised. After the drama in the hospital with Molly, it was only natural that Molly wouldn’t want to see her.

But regardless of Molly’s attitude, she had to make her own stance known.

“Since she won’t see me, please give her this letter,” she said, handing the letter to the housekeeper.

The housekeeper glanced at what she handed over, realizing that it was more of a sheet of paper than a letter.

He took a quick look and folded it, “I’ll give it to her later.”

Phoebe nodded, adjusted her mask, and left. As she passed a car, she instinctively looked inside.

There sat a gray-haired old man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, his face lined and wrinkled, but still bearing the elegance of his youth.

“Mr. Crane,” the housekeeper walked up and smiled at the man in the car, “Miss Thompson says she’s not feeling well and won’t be able to meet with you for now.”

Mr. Crane?

Phoebe halted in her tracks.

Right now, she was extremely sensitive to the word “Crane.”

Thinking of Stephen Crane’s age, and comparing him with the old man she saw just now, Phoebe had a sudden revelation that made her heart race.

Mr. Crane, Stephen Crane?

The father of her child!

The realization turned Phoebe’s face pale and then red.

This was a rare opportunity!

She turned around and quickly headed toward the black luxury car.

In the car, Alyssa Evans, sitting in the back seat, asked quietly, “Should I go in and inform Miss Walker?”

Alyssa knew that Molly had a misunderstanding about Mr. Crane, especially considering that he had sabotaged her not long ago.

If she were Molly, she probably wouldn’t have any goodwill toward Mr. Crane at this point.

Never had she anticipated that Miss Walker’s adopted daughter would turn out to be Molly.

Stephen Crane’s face bore an elegant smile, but the shaking of his hand, which gripped the crutch, betrayed his emotions.

Even though he was an eighty-year-old man who had seen numerous ups and downs in life, he was still shocked and shaken by this revelation.