Flash Marriage When We Met

Chapter 1 Mr. Hawn, Please Marry Me!

At the grand lobby of MUSE Hotel, Genoca City.

“After marrying my son, you must give birth to three chubby children for our Malone family.”

The sophisticated-looking older woman incessantly chattered away, extending three chubby fingers, her lips painted a vibrant red.

“Also, no more of these flashy clothes and excessive makeup. Do you know that excessive use of cosmetics might affect fertility?” she continued.

“By the way, we won’t need housekeepers once you marry my son. You need to take care of my son, keep the house clean, and cook and do laundry for us. You do know that silk underwear requires handwashing, right?”

As the old lady made a series of demands, she looked at her “beloved son” Joe Malone, who was over 40, with a smile.

Joe leaned back lazily, brushing through videos of seductive beauties, occasionally chiming in, “My mom’s right,” his jiggling fat resembling a pig.

Monica Donat gazed at the peculiar mother and son sitting across from her, feeling like her heart had plunged into an abyss, and her hand holding the coffee cup trembled slightly.

Today was her eighteenth birthday, supposed to be the most beautiful day of her life.

However, the Donat family desperately needed money, with its company on the brink of collapse. Monica’s father had borrowed from loan sharks, who were now at their doorstep, threatening his life.

still unwilling to sacrifice Monica’s

off to the millionaire ugly, also a mama’s boy, Joe. Rumour had it that the Malone family was particularly harsh and mean, having driven away several

displeased with Monica’s illegitimate status. Still, looking at the terrified-looking girl in front of her – slender, fair-skinned, and pure as a budding gardenia – she seemed to be quite to her

to sleep in the middle, and I can teach you how to conceive sons… We’ll also need to take you to

humiliation. She could no longer bear it

marry

attention of everyone in the hotel lobby. Madam Malone’s face immediately darkened, her humiliation evident,

dad’s life hangs by a thread. I am kind enough to let you marry into our family. Or who do you

reminded her of the harsh reality, wearing a

scanned her surroundings. In the distance, she noticed a man striding towards them in a tailored suit, exuding an intimidating aura simply through his

had a horrifying

and grotesque

a sense

and she could see him staring back at her intently, like a predator fixating

bodyguards and Madam Malone herself. “Madam, according to insider information, that man

Mr. Hawn?

Hawn, the billionaire from the Hawn family, with his exceedingly unattractive appearance and

was face-to-face with the rumored Leo and found him genuinely

other choice. Observing the awe and scare shown by

fear as she met his icy gaze, which caused

Monica to grasp his tie firmly, forcing him to lean down and passionately