Free Web NovelChapter 1311: Chapter 1308: Because It’s You, I Want to Get Married
The Kingston Family members were still arrogantly forcing Ian Coldwell to sign the divorce papers one moment, and the next they were cleaned up and put in their place by Griffith Squire. Ian, lying on the hospital bed, could no longer make a sound, tears streaming down his face, feeling utterly vindicated; his complexion actually looked much better than before.
The attending doctor was quickly called over to examine Ian.
These days, the Coldwell Family’s affairs had been in an uproar; even the hospital had turned into a battlefield. No doctor was willing to come over to treat Ian. Basically only nurses came on time every day to give him medicine and IV drips. When the Kingston Family people were taken away by Director Fang and the hallway outside the ward was filled with tall, intimidating bodyguards, the attending physician finally realized, huh, seems like there’s been a turn of events.
"The patient’s illness is already at the terminal stage. In this period, it’s best to fulfill as many of his wishes as you can." The attending physician said tactfully.
When Ian was brought in, the cancer cells had already spread—medically a terminal disease. They were powerless too.
Aurora Coldwell thanked the doctor. Although she had long known this would be the ending, her heart still felt somewhat desolate.
"Don’t worry, during this time we’ll use the best medicine and do what little we can." Griffith Squire reached out and took her icy little hand, speaking in a low voice. "Aurora, while your father is still here, why don’t we get the wedding done?"
After Ian passed away, Aurora would definitely have to observe mourning; for at least a year they wouldn’t be able to hold a wedding. Griffith figured they might as well get married early.
Aurora abruptly looked up at the tall, handsome man and asked in shock, "Get married?"
"Mm. You don’t want to marry me?" Griffith’s lips curved; his star-bright peach blossom eyes fixed on her, his heart tightening just a little.
"Why me?" Aurora looked at his handsome, wicked face, still a bit unable to believe it.
Griffith chuckled low. Why her? Maybe because the first time they met, the little girl had been delicate and timid, cute and not good with words. Surrounded by wolves and tigers in human skin, he’d watched this snow‑white little rabbit stumble and struggle to survive in the cracks, and suddenly wanted to pull her up, draw her under his own wings. Who knew that after that, this rabbit would move into his heart and never leave.
These few years, she had always stayed by his side, bringing him a warmth he rarely felt. As long as she was there, his heart felt at peace.
Now he was no longer young either. Seeing Leah and Delphine settle down, he suddenly also wanted a stable life, wanted to have a litter of little bunnies. In the future, when he went to the Imperial City or to Nanyang, he’d be leading a whole bunch of cute little bunnies by the hand, protecting them as they grew up. Just thinking of that scene made him excited.
In his heart of hearts, Griffith only hoped for daughters.
"Because it’s you, I want to get married." The man said in a low, sexy voice.
Aurora’s eyes turned slightly red. She grabbed his clothes and buried her head in his chest, not wanting him to see her swollen eyes.
"Don’t you like girls like Delphine? I’m nothing like her." She mumbled.
Griffith’s head hurt instantly. Damn that Leah Squire!
He really didn’t know how to explain the Delphine matter to Aurora. When he met Delphine back then, it had been the darkest time of her life; he saw a bit of his own shadow in her, felt shaken inside, and so wanted to bring her under his protection. But Delphine already had a man living in her heart. Griffith then very gentlemanly turned that protective feeling slowly into a sibling‑like affection, just like what he had for Leah.
Because of her early experiences, Delphine’s emotions were much more indifferent than most people’s. Toward any man other than Ignatius Leclair, she was a block of ice, unable to respond to any feelings. Even toward Ignatius, she was faint and reserved, not even one‑tenth of the feelings Ignatius had for her.
He also didn’t know whether Ignatius was fortunate or unfortunate.
People like them were all like that—ordinary people found it hard to enter their hearts. Once someone did get into their heart, they stayed there.
If it weren’t for that accident back then, if he hadn’t met Aurora, hadn’t come to Brocade City, probably after everything was settled he’d have drifted around the world out of boredom and really grown old alone.
"When there’s time, I’ll slowly tell you about the past, okay?" Griffith rubbed her head, holding her in his arms as he spoke softly.
Wrapped in his warm embrace, Aurora instantly became like a cat being stroked along the grain, and nodded. So when he held her hand the other day, he really had been taking her on a date.
"Then let’s go to the Vatican to get married." The first time she met Griffith had been in the Vatican. At that time her heart was like a dead pool of water; she’d even thought about becoming a nun, so she wandered from place to place, painting churches, hoping to feel the presence of God.
In the end she didn’t meet God; she met Griffith Squire.
"Okay. Then we’ll go register tomorrow." Seeing her agree, Griffith finally let go of the breath he’d been holding and smiled.
Apparently proposing wasn’t that hard. He was going to be a married man? Now he had to think about how many little bunnies to make.
Griffith was a decisive man. He immediately dragged Aurora back to the Coldwell residence to look for their household registration books. But his own was in Nanyang, so Cornelius Turner was sent to Nanyang overnight to fetch it.
He didn’t make it back until early the next morning.
At the crack of dawn, the two of them were already rushing around registering their marriage. Because the photo background was red, Griffith and Aurora wore matching white shirts and took two beautiful wedding photos. Once the stamps were pressed and the certificates in hand, they hurried off to the Coldwell Clan press conference.
The press conference had originally been set for ten o’clock, but it was forcibly pushed to eleven‑thirty.
The media reporters were actually waiting quite willingly, all because this was the biggest news of the year. Just getting into the Coldwell Clan press conference was a big deal.
What was waiting two hours? The Coldwell Clan was already on the verge of bankruptcy and buried in debt. Yet this past month’s man of the hour, Griffith Squire, had returned from the Imperial City. Would the Coldwell Clan change hands? What was the truth behind the Imperial City corruption case?
Who exactly was Griffith Squire? On the second day after Griffith returned to Brocade City, he convened a press conference. Thinking of the association founded half a month earlier by the local prominent families, everyone was rubbing their hands together, prepared with a basketful of questions. This press conference was going to blow up.
The Coldwell Clan had already been completely taken over by Griffith’s people. Cornelius Turner was on site maintaining order. Because the boss was getting married today, even a rough guy like Cornelius knew to have someone buy wedding candies and order desserts to send to the press conference.
So the reporters, who had waited nearly two hours, all sat in rows receiving wedding candies and desserts—super expensive ones at that.
Everyone was dumbfounded. What was going on? Had they gone to the wrong venue and ended up at a wedding?
"Brother Turner, those reporters are all scared silly. They think they walked into the wrong event." Cornelius’s subordinate came back grinning after handing out the candies.
"How many wedding candies are left?" Cornelius raised his eyebrows, completely uninterested in the reporters’ reactions. He only cared how many candies were left and how many pieces he could get. Gotta soak up some wedding luck and get himself out of being single!
