Did this woman really go to all the trouble of marrying him just to start popping out kids?!

Cyrus was so shocked he nearly inhaled his own tongue. He figured this woman's bold wedding hijinks were nothing but a ploy to get her hands on him!

Just as things were about to get real!

Vivienne, three sheets to the wind, face-planted onto his neck, mumbling to herself, "Ugh, you good-for-nothing, trying to run out on the wedding... Marek, if you dare to ditch me at the altar, I'll swap grooms in a heartbeat. Bring it on!"

She rubbed her face against Cyrus's neck, frowning and grumbling discontentedly.

But Cyrus's eyes darkened at the name Marek. Who was this character?

Was he the original intended for this wild woman?

"Mmm..." As if her makeshift pillow was lacking, Vivienne clung to Cyrus's neck and hummed as she squirmed against him a few more times.

Cyrus: "!"

In his years of being "handicapped," he'd hardly been in the company of a woman! But with Vivienne clinging and wriggling like this, he couldn't help but feel a stir of something he hadn't felt in a long time!

He fought back the blush creeping up his cheeks. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed her arm, intending to pull her off, only to be taken aback by his own sexual reaction to her!

...

Vivienne woke up from her hangover the next afternoon, wincing at the harsh sunlight streaming through the window.

She frowned and raised her hand to shield her eyes, as memories of the previous night flashed before them.

Being ditched at the altar, and then a hasty marriage to a man with a disability...

And she had almost taken advantage of Cyrus last night!

Ahhh!

Vivienne covered her face, feeling like her brain was about to short circuit!

"Are you finally awake?" A man's voice sounded.

Vivienne looked up to see Cyrus already dressed in casual attire, holding a plate of sandwiches on his lap, ready to dig in, and glanced at her.

"If you're up, get ready and wash up. They were going to call us down for breakfast, but I figured you'd sleep for a bit longer, so we'll eat up here."

Vivienne didn't say a word, gazing at Cyrus's unparalleled handsomeness, and after a moment, she finally threw off the covers and replied, "Alright."

Screw it! If they're married, they might as well make the best of it!

She, Vivienne, wasn't one to be a prude about things!

Besides, even though her husband's legs were disabled, his face was something to behold!

If they ever had a baby, who knows how stunning it would be!

With these thoughts, Vivienne quickly changed into a neat outfit, got up, and made her way to the dining table.

Brian, as usual, presented the day's financial reports.

Ever since Pamela fell ill, the company's affairs had been handed over to Vivienne, her granddaughter, and Brian, who had served her for most of her life.

Unfortunately, Vivienne was never groomed to be a corporate successor, and her college major was in some super obscure field like philosophy!

Now, suddenly burdened with such a multitude of affairs, she couldn't keep up, and she couldn't even understand these reports!

"Um, it looks fine to me." Vivienne munched on a sandwich, casually commented a few times, and then, feigning composure, handed the reports back to the butler.

"I'll go to the office and take a look myself later," she added.

Brian was speechless, but inside, he was thinking: "Miss, did you even understand any of that?"

Cyrus, sitting across, was slicing into the fried eggs on his plate and raised an eyebrow at this.

He thought: His wife, wasn't she just a pretty face with no clue!

Brian, used to this, took the reports and asked again: "Miss, is there anything else you need?"

Vivienne, hearing this, thought: Oh, speaking of which...

"There actually is!"