Chapter 8 We'll Make Love on the Night of Our Marriage Registration

"Alright, come on out," James said softly, pulling the blanket off my head and planting a heavy kiss on my lips.

"James," I mumbled, feeling a bit awkward as I tried to dodge him.

"Don't worry, I promised to wait until after we're married," he said, pulling me into his arms, making me feel all hot and restless.

How was I supposed to sleep like this?

"It's still early, I wanna play on my phone for a bit," I said, trying to wriggle out of his embrace. But he just adjusted his position and held me while sitting up.

I picked up my phone and saw a missed call from Sophia. She had called while James and I were... busy. I felt a twinge of guilt.

James was holding me tight, so I couldn't call her back. I shot her a quick message: [I'm a bit tired, wanna sleep early. What's wrong?]

Sophia replied almost instantly: [Nothing important. We can talk tomorrow.]

I texted back: [Good night.]

I tried to scroll through my phone, but with James right next to me, it was impossible to focus. So, I set an alarm and decided to sleep.

James suddenly asked, "Emily, did you forget something?"

"What? The lights are off," I said, confused.

In the dark, he sighed and said, "You said good night to Sophia, but not to me?"

I chuckled, "Oops, my bad. Good night."

He kissed me again and said happily, "Good night, my darling."

At that moment, it felt like we had gone back to the past. Maybe giving him one last chance was the right call.

When the alarm went off, James mumbled in his sleep and held me tighter. Then, with his other hand, he reached out and turned off the alarm.

As our bodies pressed together, I suddenly felt something hard against my hip.

I squirmed uncomfortably, and he held me down, saying, "Don't move."

I stopped moving, but he shifted a few times uncomfortably before finally getting up. It made me feel quite embarrassed.

While I was washing up, someone knocked on the door, delivering the white dress I was going to wear for our marriage registration, along with James's suit.

This time, he seemed genuinely prepared. I put on the white dress, spun around, and saw the appreciative look in his eyes. I couldn't help but hug him and give him a kiss.

James smiled gently, "Alright, we need to go take photos first. I've already arranged everything. After we register our marriage today, we'll take our wedding photos in a few days. Wherever you want to go, we'll fly there. After that, I'll give you a grand wedding."

James held my hand as we walked out. The car was already parked at the entrance of the community. We arrived at the photography studio, and while waiting, we chatted with the owner. We even planned to come back later to take some photos in white shirts and camouflage outfits.

Suddenly, my phone dinged. I looked down at the message, and instantly felt my blood freeze.

Sophia: [I saw Ava at the obstetrics department. I'm sure she was at obstetrics, not gynecology!]

Ava was pregnant? Why was she hiding it? She spent almost every day with James. If the child wasn't his, could it be John's? No, if it were John's, she wouldn't be constantly competing with me for James's attention and clinging to him.

I replied to Sophia: [Help me check if she's going to the ultrasound department for a check-up. Also, find a chance to tell her that James and I are registering our marriage today.]

My heart was shattered, but my mind was surprisingly calm. I had already anticipated our breakup.

If Ava tried to stop it, whether James chose her again or not, as long as he got her message, I would turn around and leave without hesitation. I could no longer tolerate James's deceit.

Maybe Ava deliberately let Sophia know, knowing that Sophia worked at the hospital.

Sophia: [I'll handle it. But didn't you break up with James? Why are you suddenly registering your marriage?]

I replied: [We won't register our marriage. I want to prove something.]

Actually, I didn't necessarily need to wait for that result; I had already anticipated it.

James was a 25-year-old man with a normal sex drive. We'd been together for a while but never slept together. I thought there must have been another woman fulfilling his desires.