Chapter 152: A Nine-Digit Wedding Gift
The wedding couldn't be prepared on time, but Finnegan didn't neglect the crucial wedding gift.
Ophelia picked up the property deeds from the box; they were all multimillion-dollar properties.
There was also the gold card, the highest level of a certain bank.
She didn't know how much money was inside, but even with just these, she could never spend it all in her lifetime.
Ophelia was deeply moved, and she couldn't understand why the female protagonists in romance novels would want to escape from the side of wealthy male protagonists. With so much money, how could they not like it?
Ophelia opened one of the property deeds and saw that her name was on all of them, and they were solely owned by her.
Inside the box was also a gifting contract, stating that it was voluntarily given to Ophelia, and regardless of future events, it would never be reclaimed.
This completely gave Ophelia the utmost sense of security.
"Finnegan, you are too good to be true," Ophelia exclaimed in joy. "Am I suddenly a rich woman now?"
Overwhelmed with joy, Ophelia threw herself into Finnegan's arms and sat on his lap.
"When other wealthy men marry, they are always cautious, even eager to separate their pre-marital property from their wives. They calculate every penny after marriage, ensuring their wives don't receive a single cent. Why are you so generous? Aren't you worried that I'll run away with the money?"
Finnegan smiled and said confidently, "I am very confident in my charm. Whether it's a long-term meal ticket or a temporary one, I think my wife knows how to choose."
"I love you," Ophelia kissed Finnegan directly, giving him a reward for the kiss.
Seeing her happiness, Finnegan was in a great mood and pinched her waist. "I'll prove it to you later with my actions."
"You better work hard, otherwise these house deeds would be wasted," Ophelia said, not shy at all, laughing. "How much money is in this card?"
Finnegan, with a very dominant and presidential tone, said, "Nine figures."
Ophelia counted on her fingers, and then her expression froze.
Ophelia pursed her lips, looked at Finnegan, and then at the gold card and house deeds. "How many nights do I have to sleep with you to make up for this?" she asked.
Finnegan laughed and said, "At least a lifetime."
Ophelia put away the house deeds and gold card. "Let's eat first, so we have enough energy for what's to come," she said.
After all, physical stamina would be required later.
Finnegan's gifts made Ophelia very happy, not just because of their value, but because of the thought behind them.
Ophelia never thought about actually using this wedding gift money. He gave it to her, so she would take care of it. At that moment, she didn't know that these things would truly come in handy many years later.
After putting away the wedding gift money, Ophelia finished her glass of red wine and said, "I've had a tough 25 years, without parents, yet I still turned out so well. I do good deeds and live a good life. Now I've found a billionaire husband. I think I deserve it, don't you?"
Finnegan's lips curved into a slight smile. "You deserve it, and it's not excessive."
"I think so too," Ophelia said, in a good mood. With a glass of wine each, they ate steak and listened to music, creating a romantic atmosphere.
After a few glasses of wine, the alcohol started to affect Ophelia. Her cheeks turned red, and her eyes became alluring.
"Ophe, let me teach you how to dance," Finnegan said, walking over to her, extending his hand in a gentlemanly manner.
Ophelia smiled and handed her hand to him, entrusting her whole life to him.
He held her hand, wrapped his arm around her waist, and danced to the music.
In her slightly drunken state, Ophelia lazily leaned against his chest, relying on him.
If someone were to ask Finnegan why he chose Ophelia, why he treated her so well, he wouldn't be able to give a precise answer.
Perhaps... seeing her smile made him feel happiness. He enjoyed the feeling of being together and cuddling. He loved experiencing everything in this world with her, and he enjoyed spoiling her. He wanted to share everything with her.
Maybe, it was destiny.
Finnegan lowered his gaze and looked at the woman leaning on his chest, his eyes filled with tenderness. His voice was magnetic as he said, "Ophe!"
"Yeah?" she lazily replied.
He smiled and suddenly picked her up, walking towards the master bedroom. "It's time to get to work," he said.
Ophelia knew what he meant, and she was even more anxious than him. As soon as he placed her on the bed, she turned and pulled him onto the bed, pushing him down. She straddled him and leaned over, looking at him. "Are you ready, honey?"
Ophelia acted smoothly and effortlessly.
Finnegan lay in bed, watching her with a smile on his face. "Do you like being on top?" he asked.
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