Isabelle was in a state of dizziness all day. When she received a call from her mother, she had just finished eating with her colleagues. Everyone was urging for another round, but when she saw her mother’s number, her heart skipped a beat and her mind cleared up. She found a slightly quiet place to answer the call.
"Isabelle, you really have so nerve!" As soon as Isabelle connected the call, a roar ca from the other side. She quickly covered the receiver and called out, "Mom," in a faltering voice.
Mrs. Martin was furious, "Don’t call Mom. I don’t deserve it!"
"Mom, please don’t be mad, listen to !" Isabelle lowered her voice, her tone pleading. This ti, she had indeed acted before informing them, and she could imagine how angry her mother was.
"Don’t be mad? How can I not be mad? If I hadn’t heard it from an old friend, were you planning to keep it from us old folks?" Mrs. Martin was beyond angry. Her long-ti friend had jokingly scolded her just now for not telling them about her daughter’s marriage, leaving her bewildered but holding it in. After hanging up, she found out and went crazy. She guarded against her daughter continuing to see Jeffrey Foster, not expecting that her daughter, while agreeing to et soone on the surface, had secretly eloped with Foster.
"No, I wouldn’t dare..." Isabelle felt guilty. If she hadn’t been photographed last night and it hadn’t been posted in the hospital’s large group, she might have continued to hide it from her parents for a while longer. Of course, she didn’t dare say this to her mother.
"Hmph, wouldn’t dare? Is there anything you wouldn’t dare now, Isabelle?" Mrs. Martin asked with a cold laugh.
Isabelle laughed apologetically over the phone, "Mom, please calm down, I really had no choice..."
"What happened?" Just as Isabelle was doing her utmost to apologize to her mother, Jeffrey Foster finished arranging things with his colleagues and ca over.
Mrs. Martin, already furious, was even angrier upon hearing Jeffrey’s voice, "Give him the phone!"
"Mom, it’s not his fault, I’m the one who proposed getting the marriage certificate, he was forced into it!" Earlier, Isabelle had been humbly accepting her mother’s scolding, but as soon as her mother shifted her anger towards Jeffrey, Isabelle imdiately defended him.
Isabelle was so angry that she leaned back, deeply understanding what it ant for a daughter who gets married to be like water thrown out, leaving her speechless for a mont.
Holding the phone, Isabelle was even more anxious. Jeffrey patted her on the shoulder, "Let talk to your mother."
"But..."
"Don’t worry." Jeffrey knew what Isabelle was concerned about, softly saying in her ear before taking the phone, "Hello, Auntie, it’s ."
Mrs. Martin was stunned for a mont upon hearing Jeffrey’s deep, magnetic voice, slowly calming down, but her anger still rose, "Mr. Foster, Isabelle is young and naive, but why are you ssing around with her? Is marriage a joke to you?"
"I’m sorry, Auntie, it was inconsiderate of ." Jeffrey wasn’t the slightest bit angry; instead, he sincerely apologized and explained, "Auntie, our decision to get the marriage certificate was indeed a bit rushed, but we don’t treat marriage as a joke. Both Isabelle and I take this marriage seriously. The reason we didn’t inform you in advance... is probably because Isabelle was afraid that you wouldn’t agree because of my age."
At first, Jeffrey was quite serious, calming Mrs. Martin’s anger a little, until he hinted that Isabelle didn’t want to tell them in advance due to concerns about his age, which got Mrs. Martin riled up again, "Is it because we can’t accept you because of your age? It’s because of the previous harm you caused her!"
"The earlier incident was indeed my fault..." Since the issue was brought up, Jeffrey didn’t hold back, sincerely apologizing to Mrs. Martin.
After scolding him, Mrs. Martin rembered that the person on the other end of the phone wasn’t just any small character, and certainly not soone her daughter could arbitrarily scold, feeling a bit embarrassed. However, she found Jeffrey on the other end was not at all angry, patiently explaining the past incident to her.
Halfway through listening, Mrs. Martin’s anger had mostly dissipated, and Jeffrey continued, "I’ll bring Isabelle over shortly to apologize to you and Uncle. Please don’t get too upset because of us and hurt your health, Auntie."
"Hmph, fine." Mrs. Martin’s anger wasn’t as strong now, but she couldn’t help but put on airs in front of Jeffrey.
Jeffrey agreed with a smile.
After hanging up, he looked down to see Isabelle’s anxious face, reached out to gently rub her head, "Don’t worry, Auntie isn’t unreasonable, and this ti we really were in the wrong. Let our colleagues know, and we’ll go ho and apologize to them."
"Are you sure my mom is reasonable?" Isabelle felt her scalp tingle thinking of her mother’s earlier outburst, yet Jeffrey, this man, claid her mom wasn’t unreasonable. Her mom was usually reasonable, but it depended on the matter!
"To have raised you so well, Auntie certainly isn’t inadequate." Jeffrey was amused by Isabelle’s expression, his lips curling slightly as he spoke.
Isabelle looked at him with a complicated expression, thinking, this man really knows how to talk.
But despite Jeffrey’s words, Isabelle still felt uncertain inside. She held his hand, "If my mom is too harsh when we return, you should leave first. After all, we’re already married, and even if she disapproves, she can’t force us to divorce!"
Jeffrey’s smile widened, "Your mother would probably be really furious hearing that."
"This is for your sake too." Isabelle felt a bit embarrassed by Jeffrey’s words and scratched her head. Jeffrey wrapped his large hand around Isabelle’s, gently rubbing her head without saying more.
The two of them left the staircase, explained a few things to their colleagues, and drove to Rose Valley.
The closer Isabelle got to Rose Valley, the more apprehensive she beca, while Jeffrey’s expression remained neutral. As soon as he arrived, he made a call.
When Isabelle followed him to her own doorstep, she saw several people standing there, each holding gift boxes. She quickly turned to Jeffrey, "When did you prepare these?"
"On the way here," Jeffrey casually replied. He naturally wouldn’t tell Isabelle that he had been planning this for a long ti.
In her heart, Isabelle silently gave him a thumbs up, then took a couple of boxes and reasoned confidently, "Seeing us holding such big boxes, my mom will definitely be too embarrassed to directly scold , so you should carry so too!"
Jeffrey Foster was quick to follow instructions.
The two of them carrying all sorts of bags pushed open the door to the Martin household, only to see Mr. and Mrs. Martin, and even Kent Martin, who should be at school, all sitting on the sofa with stern expressions as they saw them enter.
Isabelle Martin and Jeffrey Foster exchanged a glance and placed their things in the entranceway.
"Hmph." As they put down their things, Mrs. Martin snorted coldly.
Isabelle imdiately tensed up, looking sowhat helplessly towards her father, but Mr. Martin turned his head away, ignoring Isabelle’s plea for help, while Kent Martin looked gleefully at their misfortune, yet curiously at Jeffrey Foster.
Seeing Isabelle’s guilty conscience to such an extent, Jeffrey Foster’s heart ached for her as he reached out to hold her hand and spoke first, "Auntie, Uncle, please don’t bla Isabelle, this was my fault."
"It takes two to tango, it’s not just your fault or her fault, you both have issues!" Although Mrs. Martin spoke harshly, facing the promising and elegantly charming Jeffrey Foster, her anger sowhat diminished. After saying this, she shot a glance at her husband.
Mr. Martin, despite being angry upon hearing the news of his daughter and Jeffrey Foster getting a marriage certificate, was more shocked. Seeing Jeffrey’s sincere attitude and knowing his daughter had long pined for him, he felt less justified in arguing with Jeffrey, especially since he wasn’t sure who was responsible for the situation. Upon receiving his wife’s aningful glance, he montarily forgot their prior agreent and courteously said to Jeffrey, "Have a seat, have you eaten yet?"
After asking, Mr. Martin felt the disdainful looks from his wife and son, and his expression grew slightly stiff, awkwardly chuckling. However, Isabelle seized the mont, pulling Jeffrey to sit down, "Dad, we’ve eaten. I’m the one who insisted on getting the certificate, so don’t be mad anymore. Let’s discuss the wedding plans, shall we?"
The Martin family trio, "..."
Where’s their sha?
But the tension dissipated, and it was hard to recreate it. Annoyed, Mrs. Martin nudged her son with her foot, "Go pour them so water!"
Kent Martin, "..." Is this it? Wasn’t there supposed to be a serious talk? Is it over already?
Disappointed at not witnessing his sister’s drama, Kent ekly asked, "Sis, what do you and brother-in-law want to drink?"
Mrs. Martin slowly turned to her son, as if to silently scream, are you a traitor!
Kent felt wronged, wasn’t dad the one who switched sides first?
The result was what Isabelle and Jeffrey Foster thought would be a difficult confrontation turned into a wedding planning eting.
With no elders on Jeffrey’s side, everything was left to the Martin parents. The wedding was scheduled for the 13th of March in the spring of the following year, to be held in Swallow City.
As for the details, Mrs. Martin initially hesitated, feeling embarrassed about arranging the wedding right after scolding them. Yet, once the date and location were set, she forgot her original intent, enthusiastically discussing with her husband about how to properly organize the wedding, and what guests to invite, to the point where Isabelle and Jeffrey couldn’t get a word in.
By the ti discussions were over, it was already midnight. Mrs. Martin suddenly realized that it wasn’t her own wedding; it was her daughter’s and son-in-law’s, causing her expression to turn slightly sheepish, "In the end, it’s up to you two to decide."
"Auntie’s ideas are really good, Isabelle and I will follow your lead." Jeffrey glanced at Isabelle, then turned and gently told Mrs. Martin.
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Martin felt a bit proud, "Of course, I’ve been planning this for ages!"
Mr. Martin couldn’t help but want to cover his face, and Kent also turned his head aside, so what were they angry about earlier?
Isabelle then cast an apologetic glance at Jeffrey, realizing that concerning their wedding tonight, neither Jeffrey nor even she had much say.
Mrs. Martin also realized the inappropriateness, clearing her throat lightly, "Alright, that’s it for today. You can bring up any other ideas you have later."
"Okay, Auntie and Uncle, may I head back now?" Jeffrey politely bid farewell.
"I’ll see you off then." Isabelle hurriedly cooperated.
Mrs. Martin glanced at the ti, then looked at the two still holding hands, and snorted coldly, "Enough with the formality, you’ve got the certificate already, don’t bother going back and forth. Stay here tonight, save yourself the trouble."
After saying this, Mrs. Martin led her husband upstairs first, dragging along Kent, who still wanted to hang around and ask Isabelle for gossip.
Suddenly, the living room was left with just Isabelle and Jeffrey staring wide-eyed at each other.
"Shall we go upstairs?" Isabelle hesitated a bit before inviting the man.
Jeffrey did not refuse, but as they were about to reach her room, Isabelle seed to think of sothing and stopped him abruptly, "Wait a mont before you co in!"
Before Jeffrey could react, Isabelle dashed back to her room, followed by the sound of a door slamming. He stood there dumbfounded for a mont before letting out a soft chuckle.
After so ti, Isabelle sheepishly opened the door, "Co in."
Jeffrey murmured a response, stepping into the young girl’s room for the first ti. Just as he imagined, it was pink and cozy, exuding a faint fragrance, as soft as the girl beside him.
"It’s a bit ssy, I’ll tidy up again." Seeing Jeffrey’s silence, Isabelle thought of his simple yet neat room. Despite her efforts to clean up earlier, her room still felt disorganized, and she shafully tried to explain herself.
Jeffrey Foster caught her wrist and pulled her entire body into his embrace, "No need, this is perfect."
Suddenly enveloped in his arms, in her own room, an indescribable emotion swelled slowly in Isabelle Martin’s heart. Being held so tightly she could hardly breathe, she softly murmured, "Mr. Foster..."
"Hmm." Jeffrey Foster responded softly. He had prepared himself for being given a hard ti tonight, but Isabelle Martin’s parents turned out to be as amiable as she was, making him feel ashad.
This was her world, so bright and beautiful, he longed for it yet felt timid.
"Don’t let my mom decide everything about the wedding, just do what you want." Isabelle felt the atmosphere in the room was too intimate, and her heartbeat was too fierce, so she changed the subject to cover it up.
"No need, Auntie has great ideas, if you have no objections, we’ll do it that way." Jeffrey Foster’s voice was husky and irresistibly sexy, yet he spoke principled words, revealing his true thoughts.
All his life he had relied on himself, never having elders to plan things for him. Listening to Isabelle’s parents arranging everything for him tonight, he didn’t feel offended but instead felt an indescribable warmth spreading in his heart.
Isabelle was warm, and so was her family. This was sothing Jeffrey Foster had once longed for desperately but thought he would never have in his life, and because of her, he suddenly possessed it so easily.
This feeling was wonderful, making it hard for him to let go of her.
"Really?" Isabelle looked up at him, seemingly wanting to see through Jeffrey Foster’s current expression, and found that he truly ant it. She playfully chided, "This is your wedding, how can you be so unprincipled?"
"My wedding is complete as long as you’re there." Jeffrey Foster looked down into Isabelle’s sparkling eyes and said.
Isabelle’s heart raced even more, then the man’s large hand suddenly touched her chest, "Isabelle, is your heart about to jump out?"
"Mr. Foster, do you realize you’re being a rogue?" Feeling the heat of his palm, Isabelle’s heartbeat accelerated, but she refused to admit defeat.
"Then let be yours too." Jeffrey Foster said as he took Isabelle’s hand and placed it on his own chest.
Thump, thump, thump...
Only then did Isabelle realize that his heartbeat was just as rapid as hers, and she felt balanced, a smile appearing on her lips, "Mr. Foster, I didn’t expect you to be so innocent."
"Does that work for you?" Jeffrey Foster asked, his eyes brimming with a searing heat.
"It doesn’t!" Isabelle replied firmly, and Jeffrey Foster was taken aback, staring stupidly at the woman in his arms.
Isabelle found his reaction amusing, rose on tiptoe, and whispered sothing in his ear.
Jeffrey Foster took a deep, irritated breath and suddenly gritted his teeth, "Isabelle, are you deliberately torturing ?"
"I’m not, you’re wrongly accusing ..." Isabelle said as she pushed Jeffrey away and ran into the bathroom.
Jeffrey stood there contemplating the feasibility of going to buy certain things, but then he rembered he was at the Martin’s, and suddenly fell silent. He didn’t want his first ti after the first night to beco widely known.
That night, with Isabelle in his arms, both Jeffrey Foster and she struggled to bear it.
The next day, after breakfast, the two left the Martin ho together.
Only after they had left did Mrs. Martin turn to her husband and murmur, "Isn’t today the weekend? Jeffrey’s going to work, so why is Isabelle going too?"
"She must have to work overti. Hospitals are always working overti." Mr. Martin replied casually, thinking about how his wife had included Jeffrey already, without much concern.
anwhile, the ’two people working overti’ walked out of the Martin ho at a normal pace but suddenly Jeffrey Foster grabbed Isabelle’s hand, "Let’s go to my place?"
Isabelle’s heart skipped a beat; she fully understood the man’s intentions. Last night’s tornt wasn’t just on his part; she hadn’t coped well either. She still wanted to feign modesty, but her brain nodded for her.
Upon gaining her implicit approval, Jeffrey Foster quickened his pace. Isabelle was first taken aback, but then let Jeffrey lead her as their steps beca faster, faster until they ended up running.
Once inside Jeffrey Foster’s villa, he pinned Isabelle against the wall, showering her with kisses like raindrops.
After the kiss, Isabelle, blushing, looked at the panting, attractive man in front of her and couldn’t help but laugh, "So this is what you’re like, Mr. Foster!"
Jeffrey cupped her face, "There’s much you don’t know about . Regret it?"
Isabelle stifled her laughter, looking at the elegantly handso man before her, and shook her head, "You should be the one regretting!"
She then wrapped her arms around Jeffrey’s neck, taking the lead.
A surge of love reverberated through the spacious living room. As Isabelle was carried upstairs, she couldn’t help but wonder if Mr. Foster was truly having his first ti... how intimidating!
...
Abigail received the invitation after the New Year. Looking at the wedding photo of Jeffrey Foster and Isabelle Martin on it, her lips kept curling up, giving her an illusion of a truly fulfilled life.
Brandon Piers glanced over and picked up the wedding invitation in Abigail’s hand, "Ha, he’s shaless, isn’t he?"
"Isn’t he working for you? Why the big complaint?" Every ti Abigail hears Brandon’s Tsukkomi about Jeffrey Foster, she wants to laugh.
"Ha, working? More like taking a break. Do you know how long his honeymoon is? Two months!" Just thinking about this annoyed Brandon Piers, wasn’t this guy aware of when his surgeries were scheduled? His leave ant his wife had to work hard.
Abigail laughed even more, "With seniority like his, two months isn’t much, right?"
"Are you biased again?"
"I’m not, I swear I’m not!" Hearing Brandon’s tone change, Abigail’s survival instincts kicked in, but she quickly tested, "Since you don’t like him, does that an we won’t attend the wedding?"
"We’re going, why wouldn’t we?" Brandon answered decisively.
Abigail eyed her husband suspiciously, was he planning to cause trouble?
After the New Year, March thirteenth arrived quickly, and the location of Jeffrey Foster and Isabelle Martin’s wedding was not far from Moon Lake Manor. Abigail went with her family in tow.
During the toasts, Jeffrey Foster, along with a dressed-up Isabelle Martin, ca to Abigail’s side. His refined, handso face had shed its previous lifelessness, and with unprecedented enthusiasm introduced her, "Abigail, this is Isabelle, my wife."
Abigail gently nudged Brandon next to her, then smiled at the newlyweds, "Senior, congratulations."
"Thank you," Jeffrey Foster replied softly, suddenly realizing that his past obsession had completely dissipated at this mont.
Isabelle Martin, standing beside him, didn’t notice the difference between them. After marveling at Abigail and Brandon Piers’ looks, her eyes were glued to Teddy and Little Grape. If she weren’t wearing her wedding dress and in the middle of toasting, she would have wanted to hug those little cuties. They were just too adorable and beautiful!
Noticing Isabelle’s gaze, Jeffrey Foster asked her quietly while on the way to another table, "You like them?"
"Yes, how are their kids so adorable? I just want to hug and kiss and lift them high," Isabelle said excitedly.
"No need to envy others, we’ll have two ourselves." Jeffrey Foster’s lips curled in pampering. After saying that, he himself started looking forward to it and whispered beside Isabelle’s ear, "Let’s have them tonight."
Isabelle, who had been drinking, already had a rosy complexion, but his words made her blush even more. Thinking about how they hadn’t been close for the past month due to the wedding, she cast a playful glare at him but didn’t refute.
Jeffrey Foster laughed even more joyfully.
Brandon Piers, with his excellent vision and hearing, caught most of their conversation as they weren’t too far away. His extraordinarily handso face was filled with an indescribable expression, "I told you his old house caught fire and you wouldn’t believe it? Fuck, my ears are dirty now!"
Abigail also heard it. After hearing Brandon’s Tsukkomi, she collapsed into his arms with laughter, asking in a voice only they could hear, "Are you relieved now?"
Brandon stubbornly replied, "What do I have to worry about? He’s just a defeated rival."
Abigail couldn’t help but laugh again. Brandon simply half-embraced her in his arms. Little Grape, sitting in the baby seat beside them, reached out her chubby hands, "I want Daddy to hold too."
Brandon hurriedly embraced his little princess. Teddy saw this, glanced at his mom, then his sister, and realized he didn’t have a spot, so he said in his childish voice, "It’s scandalous."
Abigail, "..."
She picked up her son with one arm, "You little rascal!"
Yet Teddy giggled contentedly, and Little Grape followed suit when she saw her brother laugh.
Brandon lightly tapped his daughter’s nose with his long finger, "You little goof."
The two little ones laughed even harder. Not far away, Isabelle Martin looked back and felt her heart lting from the cuteness of these darlings. She looked up at Jeffrey Foster, "You’re right, let’s make one tonight."
Jeffrey Foster lowered his gaze as the afternoon spring sunlight stread in, bathing the girl’s face beside him in a golden glow. She looked beautiful, holy, and gentle, making his heart gently flutter. After a while, he whispered into Isabelle’s ear with a soft but earnest murmur, "Alright."
It’s completely done.
Double Happiness: It’s finished, letting out a deep breath!
It’s my first ti at Yunqi, and at the start, I really didn’t know anything about anything, free updates, or keeping up with writing. Each ti I ended up writing myself into a corner, repeatedly getting frustrated with myself, feeling manic, or sad, and having so many regrets, but I persisted. Mr. Piers truly gave many new experiences, and also helped discover various issues within myself. I hope that with my next work, I can use these experiences to write a story that’s better and more satisfying for myself!
Lastly, thank you to all the dear readers of this book, see you in the next one!
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