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.

outfit would have

that spurred her. Rather, Augustus had been a monumental pest that morning. His incessant chatter could fill the sky, and

fits of laughter for no reason at all. He would also randomly compliment her,

of eccentric character. She had no desire

Lucy

Quinn, hold on

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

rush. The poor thing, with its stubby legs, could not keep up and tripped over. It landed

a pang of sympathy for the cute little munchkin kitten. She crouched down, scooped it up

was all it took for Augustus to catch up to

his hand on Lucy's shoulder. "Miss Quinn, why

Augustus