The Runaway Groom

The Runaway Groom Chapter 815

Staring at Martin with disbelief, Lulu asked, “What is this?”

“I know it took you a lot of courage to marry me, and that you didn’t marry for love,” Martin told her. “But whether it’s impulse or recompense, I’m happy. So, even though I’m not rich enough to afford you an extravagant lifestyle, all I have is yours.”

Holding her gaze, he continued, “My father was an officer, but he died in the line of duty when I was twelve. My mother never remarried and raised me on her own, but she died from stomach cancer when I was 24. They left me with this house—the same one I grew up in—and I want to give it to you. That’s why I registered you as a co-owner of this house.”

Picking up a yellow card, he said, “Here’s the savings my parents left me. It’s worth over ten grand.”

Picking up another card, he said, “This is my personal savings. There’s up to 40 grand, and I have that much because I don’t use it much.”

Lulu stared at everything in the box.

They were so simple, yet precious and held immense sentimental value.

She rasped, “It’s too much, I…”

“You married me, and that makes you family.” Martin smiled. “What’s mine is yours, and although I don’t spend too much, I’m not great with money either. That’s why I’m leaving it with you.”

could not

it,” Martin said, putting the box in her hands. “I’m on

with that, he

still in her bridal gown,

wedding day, and they were supposed to consummate

excuse himself, so that she would not

put the box

their colleagues decorated for them—heart-shaped balloons and ribbons filled every corner of the room, building a

so, Lulu could

not love him with all her heart—she had already failed

soundly in the large bridal bed, decorated elaborately with velvet

…

she was cleaning up the house when

the table. “I bought you breakfast. I don’t know what you like, so I bought everything. See if there’s

“I’m not a

but I’m not much of a cook since I’ve always been alone, but I’ll

held his gaze. “I can