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!"

his mind to get a marriage license with Galatea, and her refusal

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

His veins were

I'm going to ask you one more time, are you going to get a marriage license

Galatea said decisively, "Even if you bind me and take me to the county office, my

fell, Alaric clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked crisply as

avoided his angry gaze as her heartbeat

the car!" Alaric

"Get out?"

had just been paralyzed with fear, so when she heard the two words, she hardly registered them. Then Alaric yelled

made his intentions so obvious, how could she just stay in the car?

exited, Alaric's car sped away

Galatea couldn't help

had already run through several scenarios in his head. He was certain that Galatea's flattering behavior toward his son was just a ploy to climb the social ladder. She had been pretending all this time, but now that he had bluntly suggested getting

of marrying him? And here he was, ready to give Galatea a title, to take her home and spoil her, and

every insult he could think of, losing track of time, until the sound of raindrops hitting the window pulled him from his stewing

insane. Now, almost out of spite, he had driven so frantically far away, but

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

fumbled for his phone to call her, only to hear it ringing from the passenger

her out of the car without her having

What a mess!