Chapter 184 Getting a license with Vincent
As soon as I’d agreed to Vincent, I started to regret it. But he kept excitedly repeating how his mother would be so happy to see us getting married, and I dismissed my hesitation again.
It was all fake anyway, and if I could help his mother die peacefully with no regrets, then it would be worth it.
The next morning, Vincent knocked on my door. He was dressed in a sleek black suit and tie, and his hair was neatly slicked back with hairspray.
Compared to Vincent’s fancy attire, I looked quite plain and
definitely not like his girlfriend at all. It was surprising to hear a compliment from Vincent despite my appearance, “You look very beautiful today.”
He was practically glowing, his face transformed by a charming smile that struck a sharp contrast with the Vincent I had seen crying against the steering wheel yesterday. This version of Vincent was undeniably handsome, but his overly polished
appearance gave me a sinking feeling in my stomach, and I knew that something was wrong.
This feeling reached its breaking point when Vincent handed me a bright red rose. I didn’t accept it, but frowned and looked at Vincent with some hesitation. “Vincent, aren’t you forgetting that our marriage is fake?”
The smile on Vincent’s face tightened slightly. He grabbed my hand and stuffed the rose into it a little forcefully, then nodded. “Of course I know that. I just wanted to make the scene a little more realistic, Olive. I’m not so shameless that I would lie to you about something like this.”
But I still didn’t accept the rose in the end. My fake marriage with Vincent was already making me feel sorry for Aaron, but I’d been justifying it by reminding myself that I just wanted to make Mrs. Jones happy.
Knowing that Vincent still had feelings for me, there was no way I could accept such a romantic gesture.
“Okay, I’m sorry, I guess I overstepped.” Vincent smiled slightly as he shoved the rose into the nearest trash can. “Are you ready? Let’ s go now.”
“Yes, I’m ready.” I nodded. I still had a bad feeling about this entire situation, but Vincent quickly changed the subject, leaving me no time to think about it.
When we arrived at the city hall, Vincent glanced at me, then headed over to the kiosk to start our registration. Seeing Vincent hurriedly typing in his personal information, I still felt that inexplicable heaviness in my heart.
I didn’t want to think about how Aaron would react if he knew I was marrying Vincent.
He was probably… going crazy right now.
I couldn’t help but think of Aaron’s dim, lifeless eyes when I rejected him before, and the fake smile he put on despite being disappointed. For some reason, at that moment, I missed Aaron so much I could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain all of this to him, and I figured if I just talked things over with Aaron, he would understand.
I left without saying goodbye, and now I was getting a marriage license with Vincent. If Aaron found out about this, I couldn’t imagine how devastated he would be. My heart suddenly swelled up with guilt and sorrow, and I couldn’t think about anything but
Aaron’s sad face.
I turned around to leave. I wanted to go back to Switzerland, so I could see Aaron and explain the situation to him. At the very least, I owed Aaron an explanation before I finalized my fake marriage.
I had only taken a couple of steps when someone grabbed my wrist forcefully. It might have been my imagination, but I thought I saw something dark and sinister flash across Vincent’s face.
When I looked again, though, he was gazing at me with a desperate, pleading expression. He held my wrist tightly. “Olive, where are you going?”
Vincent’s smile was increasingly forced as he pulled me over to the registration desk. “I’m done entering my information, Olive. Now it’s your turn.”
He pursed his lips and smiled bitterly. “Help me, please? You’re the only person who can help me now.”
I had already come all the way to the city hall. I was doing this for a good cause, and I had to commit to it until the end. I clenched my fist to m*ntally prepare myself.