Chapter 2 We Got Married

• Vera's POV
• He... actually wants to marry me? Unbelievable!
• I wanted to agree immediately, but then I saw his wheelchair and hesitated. He's disabled! His body had already been damaged. What if he learned about my terrible past and got hurt emotionally in the future? Would he be able to handle such a blow?
• I was not a good person, but I did not want to harm someone who was already suffering. Thus, I decided to turn him down. “Forget it. You don't know what I've been—”
• “I don't need to know,” he cut me off. “Let me be clear, our marriage will be just a matter of convenience. Right now, I need a wife, and you need a husband. Beyond that, nothing else matters.”
• His voice was calm, as if he wasn't discussing life but negotiating a business deal.
• I instantly understood—this man wasn't as fragile as I had imagined. In fact, he was incredibly strong. There was something wonderfully indescribable about him.
• I hesitated before asking, “Are you from the Moonlight Pack?”
• The corner of his lips tilted slightly. “Yes.”
• “All right. If you ever find your mate in the future, I won't hold you back. I'll grant you a divorce.” I clenched my fists and nodded. I had no reason to refuse.
• “Let's go.”
• An hour later, as I stepped out of the Moonlight Pack's Partner Administration Bureau, I was still in a daze. Everything felt like a dream. I was suddenly married, and to a man I had practically picked up on the side of the road.
• Since our marriage was one of convenience, there were no formalities between us. We simply registered. It wasn't until then that I learned his name was Alex Sloan—a simple yet elegant name that matched perfectly with his demeanor.
• “Vera Page?” he asked, slowly uttering my name. His deep, husky voice brushed over my heart like a feather, tickling it gently.
• It sounds so wonderful, I thought to myself.
• Then, he handed me a card.
• “Ms. Vera, I understand that girls look forward to a wedding ceremony, a ring, and all that, but I'm sorry, I just don't have the time for those things. If you like rings, feel free to choose one for yourself.”
• His eyes were as deep as sapphires, and I couldn't read his emotions.
• “No need.” I hastily waved my hand. “I don't care about those things.”
• I had long since passed the age of chasing romance. More importantly, I didn't want to feel like I owed him anything.
• “The ring is still necessary,” Alex said nonchalantly. He reached out, grasped my wrist, and placed the card in my hand.
• The moment our skin touched, his slightly higher body temperature seeped through, making me momentarily lose focus.
• Ever since the incident two years ago, I had despised the touch of a man—it made me sick. But just now, I wondered why it didn't evoke that same feeling.
• “All right then,” I said, not wanting to offend him over such a trifle, and reluctantly accepted the card.
• “I have a meeting this afternoon, so I won't be able to see you off,” Alex said, his tone as indifferent as ever.
• “Okay.” I never expected him to cherish me as a wife, so there was no sense of loss in my heart.
• “Oh, about my address.” Alex remembered suddenly. “I'll send it to you later. You can move in whenever it's convenient for you.”
• When we got registered, we swapped phone numbers.
• “There's no rush.” I quickly dismissed the idea. Although it was expected that I would live with him after marriage, I wasn't truly ready yet. The thought of sharing a roof with a man I barely knew was still daunting.
• Perhaps my rejection was too obvious. Alex glanced at me, making me somewhat uncomfortable. Fortunately, he didn't say much else. He simply pressed a button on his wheelchair, changing direction. “If there's nothing else, I'll be on my way.”
• “All right.”
• I watched him get into a black sedan, then I immediately called the hospital. I informed them that I would soon acquire the Moonlight Pack ID card.
• Once I confirmed that my family could also enjoy healthcare benefits after I obtained the ID card, I breathed a deep sigh of relief.
• Although my decision to marry was impulsive, it at least resolved the biggest issue that had been plaguing me—finally, there was a solution for my mother's medical bills.