Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 14: Her and Jett Sterling’s Child

Jett Sterling froze for a moment, then smiled. "Okay."

"...Aren’t you going to ask me why?"

"Do you want to tell me?"

Vivian Quinn lowered her gaze, her lips pressed into a tight line.

Jett Sterling didn’t press her, waiting quietly instead.

After a long silence, Vivian finally spoke. "I thought about it all night. I really can’t bring myself to get rid of this child. I also know it would be unfair to you if I just left with the baby. With a child between us... it feels like it’s impossible to make a clean break."

"Besides, the Quinn Family tried to force me to marry an old man today. I’ve already broken things off with them. Marrying you is the perfect way to get away from the Quinn Family."

Jett mused, "Vivian, I don’t see you as someone who would compromise just for the sake of a child or to escape marrying an old man."

Vivian Quinn nodded lightly.

’Yes, she wouldn’t compromise so easily. The thing that had just made her willing to yield... was perhaps simply the hand Jett Sterling had extended to her.’

’Ever since she came to Aethelgard, her own parents didn’t love her, and her boyfriend betrayed her. No one had ever worried about her or protected her the way Jett Sterling did.’

’And no one had ever been willing to reach out to her so gently.’

’She had to admit, her own deep-seated vulnerability had defeated her. In that instant, all she wanted was to place her hand in his, no matter what the future held.’

"If you don’t want to talk about it, I won’t ask," Jett said. "Vivian, look at me."

Vivian slowly raised her head and looked at him.

"Vivian, you need to know this. Since you’re the one who proposed, you have to be responsible for this marriage—for a lifetime." Jett gazed at her intently, his deep voice tinged with a solemn sincerity. "I know you have a lot of uncertainty about our marriage, but please believe me. I will do everything in my power to make sure you don’t regret marrying me."

’Was it her imagination, or did she sense a hint of nervousness beneath the man’s serious expression?’

’What was he nervous about?’

A prickling sensation stung Vivian’s nose. "I want to tell you, too... since we’re getting married, I’ll do my best to be a good wife."

...

An hour later, Vivian was holding their freshly issued marriage certificate. She happened to glance over and saw a faint smile spreading from the depths of the man’s eyes, and she couldn’t help but feel that something was a little strange.

’She was the one who had initiated this marriage, so why did it feel like she’d walked right into a trap?’

’But what was done was done. She couldn’t regret it, and she wouldn’t.’

"While I have the papers with me, I want to transfer my residency registration. Also, I’d like to keep our marriage a secret for now."

"Okay," Jett agreed without hesitation. "Whatever you say. Easton Rivers will handle the residency matter."

"Thank you," Vivian added. "I also need to go to the hospital for a check-up."

A flicker of hesitation crossed the man’s eyes, but it vanished before Vivian could notice. He quickly said, "I’ll arrange it. I’ll take you when it’s all set up."

"Okay." Vivian looked away and opened the marriage certificate in her hands, gazing at the photo inside.

In the photo, she had used her hair to cover the scar on her face, so she looked especially beautiful. Her looks were in no way inferior to the man in the picture with her.

Jett Sterling...

’She stared at the name in the spouse column, unable to believe she was actually married. Even more incredible was the fact that she was carrying a child.’

’Her and Jett Sterling’s child.’

’Putting everything else aside, with their looks, their child was bound to be gorgeous.’

Vivian’s lips curved into an unconscious smile, a gentle warmth flickering in her eyes.

It was dusk by the time they got out of the car.

The villa was bathed in the orange afterglow of the setting sun. A flock of unknown birds flew over the roof, creating a scene of unexpected warmth.

Jett settled into his wheelchair. "Vivian, go to your room and rest for a bit. I’ll call you when dinner is ready."

"Okay."

Vivian was indeed exhausted. She hadn’t slept well last night, and then she’d gone through that whole ordeal with the Quinn Family today.

But it didn’t seem right to go to sleep at this hour. She went back to her room and played on her phone for a while. When it was completely dark, a maid came to call her down for dinner.

Vivian put her phone away and went downstairs, only to find that the main lights in the villa were off. The dining room was set up for a candlelight dinner.

Jett was already seated at the other end of the table. "Mrs. Sterling, please have a seat."

Vivian: "..."

"What are you calling me?"

"Am I wrong?" The man feigned innocence. "We’re married now. Aren’t you Mrs. Sterling?"

"...You’re still not allowed to call me that."

"Sit."

Vivian sat down. Dinner was a Western-style meal, and the appetizer had already been served.

Jett raised his wine glass. "Mrs. Sterling, a toast to you."

Vivian frowned at the red wine in front of her. "Jett Sterling, can you be a little more considerate? I’m pregnant. Am I supposed to be drinking?"

"I had juice prepared for you."

The maid immediately served a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

Vivian raised her glass in a toast. "To you, too. Thank you for marrying me and helping me out of a tight spot."

The man looked at her tenderly. "It was my pleasure."

Vivian’s heart couldn’t help but beat faster.

She took a sip of orange juice and picked up her utensils to eat.

As they ate, Jett said, "I’ve already had someone move your things to the master bedroom."

"Why?"

"Mrs. Sterling, allow me to remind you that we are married. I have no intention of sleeping in separate rooms."

Vivian: "..." ’She was actually speechless!’

’Well, they already had a child on the way, so there was no need to be coy about it. If he wanted to move her things, so be it.’

After eating and drinking her fill, Vivian patted her stomach. ’The little baby inside must be full now, too.’

After dinner, Jett went to the study, while Vivian took a walk in the garden.

It was after nine o’clock when she finally went back inside and upstairs. Arriving at the guest room, she saw the empty closet and remembered she was supposed to sleep in the master bedroom now.

Vivian had just reached the master bedroom when the maid knocked and entered. "Mrs. Qui... uh, Mrs. Sterling, I’m here to help you bathe."

"That’s not necessary. I can do it myself."

"Then I’ll go get your nightgown for you."

"Okay."

She took a long, comfortable soak in the bathtub, feeling the exhaustion wash away from her body.

After her bath, she reapplied the patch over her scar. When she picked up the nightgown, she realized something was wrong.

’This nightgown is way too short and sheer!’

’Are you sure this isn’t lingerie?’

’Has Jett Sterling lost his mind?’

’There was no way in hell she was wearing something like this.’ She wrapped a bath towel around herself, planning to go to the walk-in closet to find something else to wear.

She opened the bathroom door, peeked her head out to make sure no one was there, and then made a dash for the walk-in closet.

Just as she rushed in, a handsome face suddenly appeared right in front of her.

Vivian couldn’t stop in time and crashed right into the man’s arms.

Her face collided with his hard chest, and the clean, masculine scent that enveloped her made her heart pound uncontrollably.

From above her head came the man’s amused voice, laced with laughter. "Mrs. Sterling, I know it’s our wedding night, but you’re being a little too eager. I haven’t even showered yet."

Vivian: "..."

She scrambled out of his arms, taking two steps back to put some distance between them. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly felt a chill...

The bath towel wrapped around her had come loose during the collision and fell right to the floor!

Both of them froze. A few seconds later, the girl’s shriek echoed through the spacious and elegant master bedroom.

"AHHH—Jett Sterling, I’m going to gouge your eyes out!"

Jett’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He could feel the blood in his veins boiling uncontrollably, rushing to a certain part of his body.

The man’s voice grew husky. "It seems Mrs. Sterling really can’t wait. Well, I suppose every moment of our wedding night is precious..."