Chapter 144 Whirlwind Marriage
Finnegan planted a secret kiss on Ophelia's lips and whispered, "Silly woman, rest assured and entrust the rest of your life to me."
The sleeping Ophelia shifted in her sleep, turned over, and continued slumbering.
Finnegan chuckled, pulling her into his embrace to continue sleeping. If every day could start like this, with her by his side, he'd welcome it with open arms.
The next morning arrived with the first light of dawn.
Finnegan woke up, got out of bed to wash up, shave, trim his eyebrows, and style his hair. On such an important day as getting a marriage license, naturally, he couldn't afford to look unkempt.
Ophelia was still asleep in bed when suddenly the thought of getting the marriage license that day jolted her awake.
Hearing the sounds of him grooming in the bathroom, she continued to feign sleep. What if his proposal was just a passing fancy, and he had forgotten about the marriage license? By pretending to sleep, at least she could avoid the awkwardness.
Ophelia thought to herself that if Finnegan went straight to the office after freshening up, she'd act as if last night hadn't happened.
However, as she lay there, the bed dipped behind her, and Finnegan's deep voice rumbled by her ear, "Time to get up."
Unable to pretend any longer, Ophelia opened her eyes. She didn't have to go to work today; she had been fired, something she hadn't yet mentioned to Finnegan.
Finnegan pulled her up, "You have twenty minutes to get ready. We'll head out at eight-thirty."
Ophelia feigned ignorance, "Where are we going?"
Finnegan didn't answer her; he knew what she was up to. He turned and opened the nightstand drawer, pulling out Ophelia's identity card before saying, "We're going to get a marriage license."
Upon seeing Finnegan naturally retrieving her ID, Ophelia swallowed hard. Standing by the bed, he glanced at the time and reminded her, "You've got eighteen minutes."
Ophelia immediately got out of bed, her slippers clacking rapidly on the floor as she moved to the bathroom to freshen up. Finnegan followed, advising, "When we get the marriage license, don't wear heavy makeup or let your hair cover your face; wear something neat, preferably solid-colored..."
Brushing her teeth, Ophelia listened to Finnegan's instructions, stunned. "How do you know all this? It's like you've done it before."
Finnegan pulled out his phone and showed her an app, "Wikipedia."
Ophelia stared blankly. He really had prepared everything. Although it was sudden, it was also incredibly thoughtful. A warm feeling washed over her, and in that moment, she felt truly fortunate to have met someone like Finnegan.
Ophelia finished up in the bathroom, did her eyebrows, combed her hair, and even took extra care in choosing her outfit. With regard to getting the marriage license, her resolve solidified.
As they left the house, she asked, "Finnegan, are we really going to get a marriage license?"
"Yes," Finnegan replied, taking her hand. "Let's get in the car."
His actions were his response—he wasn't joking.
They arrived at the Marriage License Bureau. Ophelia became nervous and asked again, "Once we get the marriage license, we'll be legally husband and wife. You'll have a hard time getting rid of me then, Finnegan—are you sure?"
Finnegan laughed at her reaction, smoothed her hair, and said with conviction, "I'm sure, my wife. "
Ophelia laughed with tears in her eyes, a mix of joy and emotion, as she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him.
The matter of obtaining their marriage license had been left unspoken by both.
In this manner, they entered the Marriage License Bureau, and in just half an hour, their marriage was certified.
When they stepped back outside, Ophelia felt as if she was dreaming. She pinched her own face and looked at the bright marriage certificate with excitement, "Finnegan, we're married now, we have our license, it's official."
He smiled and tucked the certificate away, whispering teasingly in her ear, "From now on, I'll be officially on the job, promoted to permanent status."
Ophelia's cheeks flushed red. Even before Finnegan had the license, he hadn't been shy about "on the job."
Just then, Ophelia's phone rang; it was Dovie calling.
With a moment of hesitation, Ophelia looked at the caller ID and answered, "Ms. Parks."
Over the phone, Dovie said, "Ophelia, here's the thing, I've heard about what happened yesterday. There was a bit of a misunderstanding with Niamh, but don't take it to heart. You're still in charge of the Horizon Project. Come to the office; we have a meeting in an hour."
The underlying message was clear: she wasn't fired and needed to come back to work.
The call was unexpected, but considering the kindness Dovie had shown her, including personally making the call, Ophelia felt obliged to return.
"Alright, Ms. Parks."
After hanging up, Ophelia turned to Finnegan, "I need to go back to the office."
"Okay," Finnegan said, "I'll pick you up after work. Remember, tonight is our wedding night."
The words 'wedding night' carried a promise of intimate anticipation.
Finnegan drove her to the Parks Corporation building. Now that they were legally married, he had no qualms about pulling up directly in front of the company.
What others did after getting their marriage licenses, Ophelia was unsure. However, for her and Finnegan, it was straight back to their individual commitments.
Finnegan dropped her off at the company and then drove back to the family old mansion.
When Celia saw Finnegan return, she was both thrilled and guilty. There's no lasting grudge between a mother and her son; seeing him, she couldn't help but flash a smile and said, "Finnegan, you're back. Have you had breakfast? I'll have the housekeeper cook something up for you."
"No need," Finnegan said as he pulled out a marriage certificate. "I'm here to tell you, mom, that I and Ophelia got a marriage certificate. That trick you pulled on Grace, you might as well forget about using it again."
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
