Chapter 3 Newlyweds' Wedding Night

They were legally married now. If he had debts outside, she would also have to repay them. She was still very worried about this matter. Remington also noticed her anxiety. It was a bit too much to lie to her and say that he had gone bankrupt. He didn't want to put too much pressure on her, so he said, "No, my assets can cover the debts, but I don't have a penny left."

"That's good then." Sophia breathed a sigh of relief and quickly encouraged him, "You have hands and feet, so find a job first. As long as you're diligent and willing to work hard, you can make a fresh start." Remington didn't say anything, just nodded and looked at her a little longer. It seemed like she really was someone who was hard to dislike.

Sophia asked, "You didn't bring any luggage at all?"

"My house was suddenly seized." Remington said, "I didn't bring anything out."

Sophia led him and said, "Come on, I'll buy you two sets of clothes and daily necessities." Connor, who had long since left the alley, clearly heard the rest of their conversation behind them. He really wanted to go up and mock her.

Is this the man she married? Not only is he bankrupt with no money, but he also asks women for money? Sophia is attracted to this kind of man?

Connor really wanted to embarrass Sophia in front of others.

Perhaps this bankrupt loser husband, who will rely on women to support him, is a good opportunity to humiliate Sophia...

When Sophia took Remington to buy clothes and household items for washing, it was already past ten o'clock at night.

Remington exuded an extraordinary temperament. She had originally wanted to buy him a few sets of better clothes, but the large shopping mall across from the shantytown had already closed.

At this time, only the ordinary developer stalls were still open. So she took Remington to Chinatown.

This place was a gathering place for ordinary developers and vendors. A cook sold fried noodles and fried rice was cooking with his bare chest exposed, and a young man who sold fruit shouted, "Watermelon, three pounds for ten dollars, sweet and juicy!"

If it weren't for Sophia, Remington would’ve never come to a place like this.

At this hour, he was supposed to be back at his mansion, taking a bath, having a glass of wine, reading some finance-related books, and then drinking a cup of hot milk before going to sleep.

In this noisy and chaotic night market, Remington felt out of place. He even regretted agreeing to his father and marrying Sophia, who lived in this kind of environment.

But when he thought that in a year, his father would no longer interfere with his freedom to remain unmarried, he endured it.

Sophia first bought the necessary household items for Remington, and then selected two sets of sportswear. The total cost was only 160 dollars, which was quite a bargain.

After negotiating the price, Sophia looked at Remington and said, "At this hour, there's only this store open. These are the only two sets available, do you think they're alright?"

"You want me to wear this?" Remington furrowed his brows tightly, unable to conceal his disdain.

Sophia originally wanted to say that since he was bankrupt, he shouldn't be so picky anymore.

But she decided that she couldn't embarrass him in front of others.

After all, men care about their face.

So she tactfully said, "I know it's hard to go from luxury to frugality, but considering your current situation, just make do with it. It's still wearable."

Remington realized that he had been too picky. And since she was the one paying for it, he felt that it wouldn't be right to be picky again. Seeing him silent, Sophia scanned the QR code and paid.

"Boss, remember to get sizes that are 185 cm or taller, otherwise, he won't be able to fit into them."

The boss of the ordinary developer stall was a woman in her forties with a pale complexion.

After the clothes were packed, she kept staring at Remington, "Sister, is this your husband? He's so handsome."

She had been running this stall for over a decade and had never seen such a handsome man come to patronize her.

Perhaps even the celebrities on TV couldn't compare. Those celebrities are made up, but the man in front of her was real, with no angle invisible to the eye, a 360-degree view.

Remington often received admiring glances from women, but being stared at by a middle-aged woman with a pale yellow complexion made him feel uncomfortable all over.

He took the bag, held Sophia's hand, and quickly left, saying, "Let's go home."

Sophia knew that he didn't want to be stared at like that, which was why she hurriedly held his hand to leave.

She also cooperated with him, walking a few steps away before pulling her hand out of his palm.

In the seven years of being single, this was the first time she had touched a man's hand.

She didn't like this feeling. It was as if her safe territory had been invaded.

So after pulling her hand back, she appeared somewhat angry, saying, "I don't like it when people casually hold my hand. Next time, no touching without my permission."

Remington didn't respond immediately, but he felt rejected by her.

Weren't those women in the past all hoping to receive such gestures?

Although he felt a sense of defeat, Remington still politely replied, "I'm sorry!"

"Hurry up," Sophia urged. "It's late, and I have to go to work tomorrow."

Walking through several alleys, they arrived in front of a self-built seven-story rental building in Shantytown.

Remington looked at Sophia, then at the dilapidated building, and said with a clearly disdainful tone, "You live here?"

Just now, when she was buying clothes for him, he had already shown some disdain for typical store merchandise. Indeed, the suit he was wearing looked very exquisite. Perhaps he had never worn cheap clothes before.

But wasn't he bankrupt now, with his house and car seized by the bank, leaving him penniless?

Since it was like this, what right did he have to be disdainful?

Suppressing her criticism towards him, Sophia maintained basic politeness.

"Mr. Waverley, were your previous two houses in good neighborhoods with greenery, communities, security guards, and on-call property services?"

Not only that, there were also maids, personal nutritionists, cleaners, gardeners, drivers, bodyguards...

But Remington realized that he should uphold his current "bankrupt" identity, so he no longer felt disdainful.

Sophia continued, "Mr. Waverley, when you go bankrupt, you have to act like a bankrupt. The living conditions here are indeed not the best, but at least it's a place to live. I think, if you weren't desperate, you wouldn't be willing to move here. Since it's already like this, you should adapt to it. Go ahead, get a good rest, and think about what you should do next."

Remington went along with her words and replied, "Thank you for reminding me."

Indeed, he should adapt to his current situation. After all, he had promised his father and made a one-year agreement with him. He endured it for the sake of his freedom in a year.

Sophia's rental house, to be precise, couldn't even be considered a home. Although it had a kitWalker, bathroom, bedroom, and living room, the combined area of all of them was not as large as one of the bathrooms in Remington's villa.

Remington, who was not accustomed to it, didn't show any dissatisfaction anymore. There was only one bedroom, so naturally he graciously offered to sleep on the sofa.

That night, the couple slept, with one in the bedroom and the other squeezed onto the small and narrow sofa, making do for the night.

At four or five o'clock in the morning, Sophia woke up.

She had been thinking about a question - should she lend Remington $100,000 as he had asked?

After buying the house, she only had the exact amount of $100,000 in her bank account, with a little left for daily expenses.

If she lent it to Remington, she would have no money left.

Next month, she would have to pay for the newly purchased property, and her plans for renovating the new house would also fall through. Having scrimped and saved to buy the new house, she had been looking forward to moving in and finally having a decent home.

She couldn't bear to lend the $100,000 meant for renovations to Remington.

Besides, she had only known him for less than 24 hours. Could she really trust him with a loan?

She agonized over this question all night, which is why she woke up at four or five o'clock, consumed by worry.