Contractually Yours: The Billionaire's Unlikely Bride
Chapter 173: BRIAR, WILL YOU MARRY ME?

Chapter 173: Chapter 173: BRIAR, WILL YOU MARRY ME?

Logan smiled at her as he gave her a nod, as if reassuring her that everything wasn’t a dream and said, "Briar, will you marry me?" proposing directly without adding any sugar or spices.

Before doing that, he had been racking his brain about how he was going to do it.

He even recalled how he proposed to Selena. Back then, he rumbled a lot of words, made a lot of promises and all that. He even checked the other proposals, and it seemed that it was supposed to be like that.

However, as he stood with her at that moment, he couldn’t say those words. He found them fake. Instead of promising with words, why not show that using actions?

As a result, he could only say that and hope that Briar wouldn’t find this proposal lacking.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Briar’s tears started streaming down her cheeks and falling to the floor as she looked at Logan with the rings in her hand.

Logan smiled at her without saying a word and wiped those tears silently, without evading her gaze.

"Hubby, you ..." After staring at each other for a while, Briar mustered the courage to say something. "Why ....." she sniffed as she looked at Logan, who was looking at her with a reassuring smile on his face.

Logan seeing her suffering and having difficulties in saying something, he chuckled lightly as he held both of her hands and said, "dear, although we got married. We got married in a conventional way which I am not proud of. When I said that we should be real. I meant it.

Since we are real, I wanted to give you a proper wedding. I want you to experience what every woman out there does, and this is the beginning.

I am not good at saying a lot of sweet words, but Briar, will you give me this chance to agree to my proposal and become my wife? Will you give me the chance to give you a proper wedding and let the whole world know that you are mine and I am yours?"

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Tears continued to stream down her cheeks as she listened to Logan confessing his love once again.

How could he speak so many touching words that made her feel guilty?

When she thought about how she wasn’t perfect and yet was getting his heart, the guilt ate her, but when the sound of her drumming heart sounded in her ears, she became determined.

So, what if she was full of secrets and a liar? Was Logan a blank sheet and a saint?

Nope. He wasn’t.

They were both made for each other. Besides, as long as she doesn’t agree to anything, then it didn’t happen.

Logan was offering his life, his heart, body and soul, and she was happy to take it all.

"I do," she tearfully responded as she stood on her tiptoes, "I will marry you, Logan," her lips curling upwards in joy.

Logan, hearing the answer he expected to hear, beamed as he scooped her in his arms and without warning, recaptured those lips once again.

Perhaps filled with so much excitement, hormones and other positive emotions, the kissing didn’t stop that quickly as the previous one. Rather, the kissing couple continued with their intimate act and shifted from the dangerous living room full of candles and moved to the bedroom where petals were used the most.

The candles were placed there and there, and not everywhere.

Rip.

The gown was ripped off her body, and she didn’t care. Clothes got discarded to the floor, and they both didn’t care.

The wig fell off somewhere, and the couple fought all the way to the bathroom, where they both stood beneath the warm shower and helped each other with a bath before the real battle started.

It was a night that they would both always remember and the penthouse was baptized all over. There were undulating waves, and storms raged.

By the time the two slept for real, it was already late, or should we say, it was in the wee hours of the morning.

Logan was the first to wake up in the morning. Despite sleeping late, his biological clock woke him up.

He yawned drowsily as he pulled the sleeping beauty in his arms and opened his eyes with struggle.

Briar nestled in his arms, snoring soundly, and didn’t seem like she would wake up at any time.

Between the two of them, during normal days, Briar always wakes up first no matter what and yet this time, it didn’t seem like she would be doing so for hours.

His sleepiness vanished as he looked at the tearful face, which made him recall how he was tormented by that voice which kept on begging for mercy and yet the more he heard it, the more he wanted to bully her.

As a result, she fainted a couple of times before he was fully sated. Now looking at her, he regretted tormenting her like that. If she gets sick again, his mother would surely wrangle his neck.

Logan took a deep sigh as he gently separated himself from Briar. He carefully laid her head on the pillow. Seeing her sleeping, undisturbed, he heaved with relief once again.

He climbed down from the bed naked and covered her body full of ambiguous marks with a proud smile before trotting to the bathroom naked, where he spent a deal of time before reemerging wearing a robe.

Logan went to the closet, where he picked a change of clothes and wore them. Once he was done, he walked towards the bed to check on Briar and kissed her forehead before leaving.

Since she was sleeping, he might as well prepare breakfast for her, or in his case, buy it so that when she wakes up, she would have something to eat.

By the time he returns, she should be awake. He hoped so.

As soon as the door of the bedroom shut, Briar opened her eyes with a smile plastered on her face and looked at her left hand.

A diamond ring nestled on her fourth finger and looked perfect being there. She just wanted to continue looking at it.

That was the ring that Logan put on her at some point during their hard-core battle, which left her breathless and unconscious.

’I got engaged!’ she happily thought as she closed her eyes for a well-needed sleep.

She needed it and deserved it.

Now all that remained was the perfect wedding and her dreams would come true.

She was getting there and would make sure that she got there by whatever means.