Secret Wealthy Marriage
Chapter 872 - 014 Let’s go back to the country together_2

Chapter 872: 014 Let’s go back to the country together_2

Celia Wade nodded, finally understanding why Ellie Wilton had made such a deep impression on Marcus Parker; her attitude towards men wasn’t about blindly controlling them. She remembered how her mother would tightly control her father as well.

Although she knew her mother’s strict control over her father stemmed from concern, there were times when a man needed his partner’s support instead of an unwavering "no" in every situation.

Just as Ellie Wilton said, one was Ryan Parker’s biological father, another his adoptive father and future father-in-law, and the last one, Uncle Henry, who had watched him grow up. All three were aware of Ryan Parker’s previous surgery, so they wouldn’t intentionally get him drunk.

By ten o’clock that night, Ryan Parker had been set free, while the other three continued drinking.

Of course, they couldn’t discuss the marriage proposal tonight.

Celia Wade and Ryan Parker were both well-acquainted with the Wade family, so even though Harry Wade and Uncle Henry were drunk, they arranged their own rooms and settled Anna Turner, before Ryan Parker escorted Celia Wade back to her room.

At the door of her room, Celia Wade turned to look at him, and they gazed at each other. Ryan Parker could see the reluctance in her eyes; he knew that with both families’ support, their matters had naturally come to fruition—a realization she had waited on for so long.

"You must be tired today, go inside and sleep, okay? You won’t have to wait much longer," he said. Even without her saying anything, Ryan Parker understood her intentions, but he wanted to save their precious moment for the bridal chamber.

Perhaps others would call his thinking traditional, or some might find him old-fashioned, but Celia Wade’s perfection was worth the wait—besides, it wouldn’t be much longer now.

Tomorrow, the parents from both sides would decide on a date to return to the country, and their wedding would then be scheduled.

The wedding could even be moved up; he wouldn’t follow Bryan Hawkins’s example and inexplicably postpone the wedding because of a wedding dress complication.

His wedding could only be sooner, definitely not delayed until after the May Day holiday.

"...Okay, then you should also go to sleep early," Celia Wade nodded, understanding his principles. She had only mentioned it in passing.

Watching Celia Wade turn to enter her room with a hint of disappointment, Ryan Parker suddenly reached out to pull her back, pinning her against the door, he leaned in for a long, lingering kiss.

Eventually, both panting, Ryan Parker pulled away. "It’s not that I don’t want to—I really do—but I hope we can have the best night on our wedding, you understand?"

"...But what if my period comes that day?" Celia Wade knew how several times Bryan Hawkins had everything prepared, ready to march into battle, only to have to stand down because Carolline Ruiz’s period had arrived.

"..." Ryan Parker’s expression darkened suddenly, realizing he hadn’t thought of that. "You usually have it mid-month; in the years I’ve been away, you must have eaten a lot of cold things, haven’t you? Has it changed?"

"..." Now it was Celia Wade’s turn to blush the color of liver, feeling mortified. She had mentioned it offhand, not really intending to discuss her menstrual regularity with him.

Not to mention, this man remembered her cycle so well; her period had indeed been irregular lately, sometimes early in the month, sometimes mid-month or even at the end, but it wasn’t due to her preference for cold food—it was her irregular lifestyle and stress that were to blame.

"No worries, if it arrives this month, I’ll know." Recognizing her embarrassment, Ryan Parker eased up, but his words only made her feel more uneasy.

"Okay, goodnight, I need to sleep," said Celia Wade, swiftly going inside and leaving Ryan Parker outside the door.

Looking at the shut door, Ryan Parker smiled and returned to his room, which was right next to hers.

Lying in bed, Celia Wade hugged her blanket, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Bubbles of happiness were fizzing in her chest.

She flipped over several times, nearly drowning in her happiness. It’s no wonder people say that after the storm comes a rainbow—as it turns out, the rainbow after the storm is even more beautiful.

But what she didn’t know, in her blissful unawareness, was that suddenly a rush of wetness startled her. Celia Wade’s face turned pale as she sat up; a deep red stain had bled through her pants and onto the light-colored bedsheet.