Chapter 143 Marriage Certificate
"Yes, I've met her. She mistook me for Niamh. She kept praising her wonderful grandson and wanted to introduce him to me."
Leaning back in her seat, Ophelia looked at him sideways and said, "Little did I know that the grandson your grandmother talked about was you."
Finnegan's thin lips curved slightly. "It seems someone is destined to become a part of the Abbott family. You've already passed my grandmother's test."
A member of the Abbott family...
Ophelia's cheeks flushed at Finnegan's implication—was he thinking about their future together?
She looked at him in astonishment, disbelief etched across her face.
Finnegan grinned. "Lost for words? What, are you really just playing with me?"
Ophelia turned her head away guiltily, remembering how she had put it to Celia. He knew about it.
"I... I was just saying it for your mom's benefit," Ophelia stammered, her voice dropping. "Today, I think I really rubbed your mom the wrong way."
"Look, in-laws have had their conflicts since forever, but don't worry about her. You are with me, and you don't have to deal with my mom."
The traffic light turned red, and Finnegan suddenly pulled the car over to the curb, turning to look at Ophelia with a gaze that was both tender and resolute. "Ophe, tomorrow is Thursday. Let's go get a marriage certificate."
Finnegan's words made a sharper turn than his car had, leaving Ophelia struggling to keep up with his leap in logic. She thought she had heard him wrong and turned to him with incredulity etched on her face.
"Finnegan, could you repeat that? What did you say?"
Her voice was tinged with excitement and shock, and her eyes widened.
They had been dating for less than a month. Was Finnegan proposing?
He leaned in just a bit closer, his deep eyes locking onto her, his lips parting slightly. "I said let's go get a marriage certificate tomorrow."
Ophelia was frozen in place.
Finnegan was proposing to her.
Her mind was in disarray, her words jumbled. "Finnegan, are you sure you just said get a marriage certificate? We've been dating for less than a month. A whirlwind marriage? Your mom just talked to me this morning and didn't approve of us, and now you want me to get a marriage certificate tomorrow? You're the president of a multi-billion-dollar corporation, and I'm... I'm nobody. Why would you want to marry me?"
Ophelia had never even considered the possibility that Finnegan would want to marry her.
Was marriage in such a prominent family so casual?
Was this not just a casual thing for him?
She was completely ready to dive headfirst into a passionate affair with him, not caring for the outcome. When he unexpectedly mentioned marriage, Ophelia felt her mind explode.
Outside the car window, the rain continued to pour, turning the cars and people passing by into mere backdrops. The sounds of the world outside seemed muffled by the car window, and Ophelia's world was thrown into chaos by that single proposal of marriage.
Finnegan held her hand, looked into her eyes, and asked, "Ophe, what are you afraid of? Are you scared to marry me, or do you not want to?"
How could Ophelia not want to? She was not one to be overly sentimental, but she was undeniably shocked.
"Aren't you going to discuss it with your parents?"
"There's no need to consult them. Besides, given my mom's attitude, she definitely wouldn't agree," Finnegan said with depth in his voice. "Ophe, marriage is between the two of us. If you're willing, we can go get a marriage license first thing tomorrow morning. Do you dare to spend the rest of your life with me?"
Ophelia knew he spoke the plain truth; Celia just spoke to her, and there was clearly no room for negotiation.
He dared.
So why wouldn't she?
She has nothing to offer Finnegan Abbott besides her looks.
However, Finnegan was different. He had both wealth and appeal.
Ophelia made up her mind and responded with a boldness. "Why wouldn't I dare? But let me be clear upfront—if your mom gets sick from the shock, don't blame me."
Finnegan laughed. "Deal."
His proposal had been so sudden that even though Ophelia had agreed, she was still filled with trepidation.
She wondered if it was just a whim for Finnegan that he'd forget by the following day.
It all seemed a bit surreal.
Back at home, Ophelia struggled with insomnia that night. She wanted to ask him multiple times if he was serious about getting a marriage license.
However, every time she was about to ask, she hesitated.
Ophelia tossed and turned, unable to sleep well into the night, while Finnegan seemed to be sleeping peacefully beside her.
They were supposed to get a marriage license tomorrow—could he really be so calm about it?
She couldn't help but wonder if he was playing a trick on her.
With these thoughts tormenting her, Ophelia finally fell asleep in the early morning hours.
After she was asleep, Finnegan opened his eyes and gazed at her sleeping form, a smile softening his features.
He had never actually slept; he had been pretending the whole time.
Finnegan was acutely aware of Ophelia's cautiousness.
This woman was probably scared witless by his sudden decision to get married.
His spur-of-the-moment decision to get a marriage license was no joke. After learning that his mother had gone to see Ophelia, Finnegan felt some trepidation. He feared that Ophelia might become the next Grace and that to prevent his mother from hurting Ophelia, getting a marriage license was the most effective method.
Although suggesting getting the license came on a whim, he was also looking forward to tomorrow, very much anticipating her becoming his wife.
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