Chapter 352 Directly Register for Marriage
Juniper's fingers trembled slightly as she held her phone. That deep, magnetic voice seemed so close, making her ears burn.
Magnus teased, "Why aren't you talking? Don't want to comfort me?"
Even though they had a child, their intimate moments were few and far between.
In seven years, it had only been about twenty times.
Juniper being shy was quite normal. She mumbled, "Didn't we agree to start as just friends? Now, Mr. Blackwood, are you trying to rush things?"
The time they had known each other sounded long and astonishing.
But in reality, the time they had actually spent together wasn't even as long as a normal dating couple living together.
In fact, it wasn't even as long as the time Magnus and Robert had spent together.
Juniper always felt their relationship's pace and steps were chaotic.
Anyone who didn't know might think they had already been divorced once.
But they hadn't even stepped into a marriage registry office once.
Ophelia always said she and Robert had no feelings for each other, but two people with no feelings had been married for almost three years.
Was it she and Magnus who were abnormal, or Ophelia and Robert?
She couldn't accept being married with someone she didn't love. She'd rather stay single than marry. She had no longing for marriage itself.
It was because the other person was Magnus that she even considered trying.
Magnus smiled faintly, took a drag from his cigarette, and said, "I don't want to rush things. Getting married directly is more interesting."
Juniper reminded him, "Mr. Blackwood, your probation period isn't over yet."
"Just tonight, I can understand you're in a bad mood because of your fallout with Michael and don't want to talk to me, but you've crossed the line again, so points deducted."
Magnus chuckled helplessly, "So, my princess, how many points do I have now?"
Juniper thought for a moment, "Building snowmen adds ten points, saving me from Sophie adds ten points, respecting my decision to work at Windsor Group adds another ten points."
Magnus's tone was slightly regretful, "So that's only thirty points?"
Juniper was strict, "Tonight, ten points deducted. Mr. Blackwood, you now have only twenty points."
Magnus teased, "How many points do I need for you to elevate our friendship?"
"At least ninety points."
Magnus laughed, "Juniper, building three snowmen all night only gets me ten points?"
Especially the one in the mermaid wedding dress.
He had put a lot of effort into it.
That night, in the snowy Southern City, it was cold enough to freeze someone into a popsicle.
Juniper asked, "How many points do you want then?"
"One snowman should be ten points. At least thirty points."
Juniper laughed, "Three snowmen for thirty points? Magnus, you're a shrewd businessman!"
After some joking around.
He restrained his smile a bit, "Twenty points are fine. But when I accumulate ninety points, if you go back on your word, I'll force you to keep it. Don't say I didn't warn you."
Magnus doted on her, understanding the thoughts of a young girl. Juniper was only twenty-five. If she hadn't gone through those experiences, she would have been a pampered little rose.
Even if his little rose had withered, he had enough patience to water and nurture it until it bloomed again.
After some more idle chatter.
Juniper couldn't hold on any longer and yawned.
She had just flown into Skyville today, visited the factory, and had been busy all day. She was exhausted.
Magnus leaned against the riverside railing, smoked several cigarettes, and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Good night."
Juniper turned off the hotel room's bedside lamp, placed her phone by her pillow, and drowsily asked, "Should I hang up?"
"I'll hang up after you fall asleep."
Juniper rolled over in the blanket, brought the phone closer, and couldn't help but smile.
In the past, when they were in love, they often talked on the phone like this.
Even if they had nothing to say or one of them was busy, the call would stay connected, each doing their own thing.
Even if they weren't physically together, they could feel each other's presence.
Like a shadow.
That night felt like seven years ago.
By the river.
Robert, with an injured face, slung his jacket over his shoulder and walked out of Night Harbor Bar.
He leaned against a nearby railing, his expression unruly, "My princess, how many points do I have now?"
Robert mimicked his words sarcastically.
Magnus shot him a fierce glare. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Since you said 'my princess.'"
Robert mocked him, "You must be so engrossed in your call with Juniper that you didn't notice a living person standing next to you for so long?"
Magnus looked at the river and snorted, "What, can't stand it? If you can't stand it, jump into the river."
Robert smirked, "Magnus, look at you. You're reeking of love! It's suffocating! Don't you know that being overly affectionate is dangerous?"
Magnus replied indifferently, "Better than your current relationship status."
"Who the hell are you mocking?"
Magnus rolled his eyes. "Isn't it obvious? I'm mocking you."
Robert gritted his teeth, "Fuck!"
Magnus waved his phone, still on the call, at him, "I'm off to chat with my wife."
Robert kicked in his direction, "Are you married? Did you register? Did Juniper agree to marry you? And you keep calling her your wife! Did she agree?"
"Some people have a wife but it's like they don't. No one cares how late they come home. Some people don't have a wife, but someone will call to check on them."
Magnus raised an eyebrow and said bluntly, "Like you, like me."
"What did I do to you? Why are you so mean to me?"
Magnus advised kindly, "Go home early. You might get a surprise."
Robert, ever arrogant, mocked, "Who didn't have sex for seven years? Showing off! Did Juniper let you touch her? And you're showing off here!"
Magnus paused, turned around, and explained, "Now Juniper is willing, but I can't bear to. We're not the same anymore, so stop comparing."
Robert had no comeback.
Magnus walked away.
Robert stood there, a cigarette in his mouth, smiling roguishly.
Fine, no need for comfort.
He was unlucky in friendship but lucky in love.
No need for comfort at all!
Back at Royal View.
Magnus, after washing up, saw a small photo frame on the table.
It was a photo of the three of them from their school days.
Now that Michael had left the group, the photo was just a reminder of the sad past.
Magnus turned the photo frame face down and tossed it into a drawer.
He was in a bad mood.
After drinking some red wine, he lay back on the bed and finally felt a bit sleepy.
He didn't know how much time had passed.
Half asleep, it was probably around three in the morning.
Suddenly, a scream came through the still-connected phone.
"Magnus!"
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