Virginia suddenly became energetic. She jumped up quickly and thumped the glass with tears in her eyes. "So I won't be married, right?"

Her words irritated Wilson greatly. He pinched her chin and shouted like a furious devil, "Bitch! Was it that man who did this? How did you make him help you?"

With full strength, she tramped on his foot. When he loosened his grip out of pain, she fell onto the ground.

She didn't care what this man thought of him, but the people around began gossiping about her.

With red eyes, she pretended as if nothing had happened and dusted her hands. "You want to know? All right, I can tell you that I spent a night with him. His skills are much better than yours! To me, you're just a puerile little boy!"

"You! You..."

As Wilson approached her threateningly, she backed against the wall, terrified.

She tried not to care about others' criticizing eyes which she had been used to. Except for herself, no one could help her.

At this critical moment...

"What do you want to do to my future wife?" When Wilson was about to slap her, two mighty hands grabbed his wrists.

The two men competed against each other in strength silently.

Virginia blinked and bent to go through their arms. Then, she grabbed a corner of Kent's shirt, seeking a sense of security.

Kent waved off Wilson's hands and held her shoulders softly. "Don't you know you have to ask a woman if she's taken before pursuing her?"

His words suddenly turned the tide of opinion.

Wilson was not deaf enough to ignore the gossips around him.

"Oh my god! So it's that handsome guy who pursues the woman and forces her to marry him! But she has a fiancé!"

"And her husband is more dashing! Do you see his car outside? It's worth several million yuan!"

Kent held Virginia's hand and took her out of the building. Soon, they got into the Maserati which then swooshed off right away.

When Wilson hurried out, it had been too late. Furious, he swung his fist in the air.

He took out the phone. "Mom, did you seal up Virginia's household register? What? You can't offend that man? I don't care! If you don't get her back, I won't go home all my life!"

The Maserati raced along the road and then gradually slowed down to a steady speed.

When Virginia wanted to say thank you, something was thrown on her face. He ordered in a deep voice, "Change clothes."

"Here?"

She didn't look at the clothes before staring at him with her eyes wide open.

Bashfully, she held her chest and yet received an impatient and scornful look from him.

Pouting her lips, she didn't want to be regarded as a prig. "All right, but you must look away. I'm afraid you'll have a nightmare and become impotent after seeing my awful body shape."

She tried to win back her dignity orally.

However, an inconspicuous smile climbed on his handsome face. There seemed to be even a dimple on his cheek. "Don't worry. I have a special taste. You don't need to feel inferior even if others don't like your body. Different landscapes have different people to appreciate."

How did such erotic words become a philosophy in his mouth?

Goaded beyond endurance, she gave him the finger. After she took off her coat, she finally looked down at the clothes on her lap.

"What is this? Wedding dress!"

She was surprised at the sight of the gorgeous dress. Why must she wear this?

"Yes." Her yell gave him a slight headache. He rubbed the point between his eyebrows and said in a cold tone, "I helped you solve the problem, so you also need to pay the price. This is the price."

"But, but I've never had such an experience. I'm afraid I will screw it up." She stammered as she held the delicate dress.

Why must she pay the price by wearing a wedding dress? Could she jump out of the car now?

Kent took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it between his lips.

The lighter was clicked open. He lit the cigarette and smoked it deeply.

Then, he turned around and blew the smoke onto her blushed face.

"Go with me in the wedding dress, or I can also drive you back to the Kent's. Don't say I disrespect you. It's all up to you."

His eyes glinted with naughtiness. To be exact, he didn't give her any choices! This was no respect at all!

After a glare at him, she put on the dress and took off her pants. Then, she wore a pair of crystal heels inlaid with diamonds.

She doubted that what she was treading were not shoes but money.

"Why did the car stop?"

After getting dressed, she found the Maserati had stopped by the road.

Kent got out of the car, came to her side, and opened the door for her.

He stretched out a big hand. "Take my hand."

Looking at his hand, she felt like she was in a dream.

Even with the cigarette between his lips, he didn't look slovenly like Wilson. Instead, he was still elegant and aggressive with an extra trace of liveliness.

He bent slightly and gazed at her intently as if he had only her in his deep black eyes.

As if enchanted, she put her hand on his involuntarily and stepped out in diamond heels on the solid ground.

When the skirt flowed out of the Maserati, she finally realized that she was wearing a wedding dress that all the women dreamed of. But she was not this man's bride.

"We're not going to walk, are we?"

She shook off her strange thoughts and changed the topic with a blush. At the same time, she looked away, trying not to look at the charming man in front of her.

"Look up."

Seeing Kent point at the sky, she looked up with curiosity and confusion.

A camouflage plane stopped in the midair slowly and let down its long rope ladder in front of them.

She had a look at her heels and was stunned. "Do I have to climb up?"

Ashen-faced, she pressed her lips stubbornly and tried to hide her moist eyes.

"Don't worry. I won't make you go up like this."

Hearing that, she sighed with relief.

"Ah–"

Before she could totally exhale, she was carried on his shoulder like a sack.

She wanted to resist, but he had held the rope and slowly climbed up the ladder.

If she struggled, they might fall down together.

"Oh no! I have a fear of heights!"

"I don't need your help now! Asshole, get me down–"