Mommy，We Got a Husband by Doris

Chapter 62 You don't want to marry me?

Realizing Alaric was serious, Galatea was genuinely scared and even more furious.

"Alaric, we agreed that I would only pose as your fiancée, not actually get married. How can you break your word?" Galatea asked angrily.

Hearing her accusation, displeasure surged in Alaric. He emphasized, "I did ask you to pretend to be my fiancée, but it was you, not me, who said we weren't getting the license. That doesn't count for me!"

"How can you twist my words like that? You never said it explicitly, but your previous actions made it very clear. You told me not to get any ideas about climbing the ladder, so how can you not keep your word?" Galatea retorted with frustration written all over her face.

Seeing that Alaric sped up without responding to her, she spoke up again, "Are you even listening to what I'm saying? Getting a marriage license is a choice made by two people in love. We're just faking it, and I don't want to go through it. Stop the car!"

Before she had already gone through a marriage ceremony with a man, even though he was in a vegetative state and she had never met him, but the procedure was legally valid and arranged through special processing by Mrs. Marigold. Although she now bore the identity of a dead man, namely Stellan Storm, she would eventually have to confront Mrs. Marigold about her child, and the fact that Stellan Storm was not yet dead would surely come to light.

She also didn't know if that man was still alive. If he was, then he was still her lawful husband. Therefore, from both a personal and a legal standpoint, she could not possibly get a marriage license with Alaric!

Alaric's face had darkened frightfully, and he remained silent, his driving speed increasing constantly.

Galatea was somewhat scared by the high speed and clutched the armrest tightly, raising her voice, "Alaric, I know you're used to giving orders, but getting a marriage license is a mutual decision, not something you command, and I obey. I do not agree. I do not want to get a marriage license with you. Did you hear me? I want..."

Before Galatea could finish her sentence, Alaric suddenly hit the brakes hard. Fortunately, she was wearing a seat belt, or her head would have surely slammed forward.

"Is marrying me really so objectionable to you?" Galatea was still reeling from the sudden stop when Alaric loomed over her, his eyes burning with anger, "Do you know how many women dream of marrying me? Now, I'm offering you a status, and it's your good fortune. Don't be so ungrateful!"

was truly angry. He had made up his mind to get a marriage license with

marry you, why are you so intent on marrying me?" Galatea explained seriously, "All those things you thought before, about me wanting to climb the social ladder, playing hard to get, and manipulating, those were just your malicious speculations.

the atmosphere in the car completely shifted. His

more time, are you

indeed frightening, but she couldn't consent, not at all. "I won't go!" Galatea said decisively, "Even if you bind me and take me to

so tightly that his knuckles cracked crisply

of fear and avoided his angry

out of the car!" Alaric suddenly

"Get out?"

fear, so when she heard the two words, she hardly registered them. Then Alaric yelled at her,

obvious, how

Alaric's car sped away

a lunatic!" Galatea

just a ploy to climb the social ladder. She had been pretending all this time, but now that he had bluntly suggested getting a marriage

Galatea a title, to take her home and spoil her, and he had not expected to be... rejected!

the sound of raindrops hitting the window pulled him from his stewing anger. Was it raining

a rage in him, making him feel like he was going insane. Now, almost out of spite, he had driven so

intensifying outside, Alaric's mind suddenly snapped back to reality. Galatea had just left the hospital today. Her

to call her, only to hear it ringing

out of the car without her having a chance to grab

What a mess!