Young Bride in a Lightning Marriage: Never Tired of Mr. Leon's Love

Lucy did not dwell on it and happily trailed behind Little Milton, the little kitten who pranced about with the joy of newfound freedom. It basked in the cozy twilight.

As she took in her surroundings, her satisfaction with the quaint guest house she had chosen grew. The place was a hidden gem, surrounded by lush scenery.

Upon a second glance, the area was not just brimming with flowers but also boasted several small parks. There were enough neighbors around to make safety concerns a non-issue.

However, just as she was patting herself on the back, Lucy abruptly retracted her mental compliment. What was she thinking? Her choice was far from perfect.

From afar, she spotted a man who seemed to be bathed in a white halo.

It might sound odd, but to put it simply, he was dressed in such a stark white that it seemed no other color dared to come close to him. That was Augustus, the very man Lucy had recently had a premonition about.

Augustus' fashion choice today was bizarre, to say the least. He was clad in a white shirt paired with pale trousers, his whole persona screaming blandness.

Thankfully, Augustus' good looks and a certain ethereal quality, likely due to his albinism, gave him an angelic aura. It somehow worked with his monochromatic ensemble.

else, the outfit would have been a fashion

Augustus, Lucy immediately thought about turning tail. It was not fear that spurred her. Rather, Augustus had been a monumental pest that

no reason at all. He would

a bit odd, like he was some kind of eccentric character. She had no desire to stick around him

Lucy

hold on a

lips twitched in annoyance. She had been spotted. She lowered her head and muttered to herself, "I can't hear you, I can't hear you.

taken aback by her sudden rush. The poor thing, with its stubby legs, could not keep up and tripped over. It landed with a soft thud and let out

for the cute little munchkin kitten. She crouched down, scooped it up into her

brief pause was all it took for Augustus to

"Miss Quinn, why the hurry? I've been calling out to

regained her composure. She turned to Augustus with a look of surprise. "Mr.