Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 442 - 441 The Pregnant Woman, Special Treatment (2)_1

Ruby Bluen’s cheeks flushed slightly. She gave him a playful glare, feigning anger, but her heart was sweet as honey.

Such closeness, such sweetness... she had only witnessed it between her sister and Glades. She never imagined she would experience it herself.

Seeing the subtle intimacy between the young couple, both sets of parents exchanged knowing glances. They smiled faintly and tactfully looked away, allowing the pair to use every meal to whisper endearments and deepen their affection.

The two of them seemed eager to make up for all the time they had lost.

The wedding date for Ruby Bluen and Marcel Horne was set for the twentieth of the twelfth lunar month, less than a month away.

Once the wedding date was set, both families began to get busy again.

When Sovia Morris and her husband arrived at the Bluen Family home with gifts, pushing Marcel Horne in his wheelchair, the Old Madam Horne couldn’t stop smiling. This was wonderful! Two granddaughters-in-law in one year. After Marcel’s wedding, she could eagerly anticipate the weddings of her other three grandsons, all born in the same year.

How could the Third, Fourth, and Fifth Young Masters of the Horne family not guess the Old Madam’s thoughts?

James Horne’s heart was devoted to his eldest brother and sister-in-law; getting him to marry seemed more difficult than reaching for the heavens.

He had always tried to force himself to let go, but he still found it incredibly difficult. Especially after Julia became pregnant, his gaze would often follow her from the shadows, silently watching over her. As his feelings for Julia deepened, his infatuation with his eldest brother gradually transformed, slowly shifting towards respect and admiration.

How could Glades possibly tolerate his own brother being infatuated with his beloved wife? James knew this all too well. Thus, his hidden love grew deeper and more bitter, and in the presence of the Horne family, he dared not reveal even the slightest hint of it.

He even made a point of returning to the Horne residence only when his eldest brother and sister-in-law were not home.

Previously, he would rush to the Mansion as soon as he finished work, declining all social engagements, just to see his beloved eldest brother and sister-in-law. He would only leave reluctantly for his own small villa after they had retired for the night, his heart heavy as he whispered their names to fall asleep.

Now, however, he had changed his routine. Whenever he visited the Horne residence, he would sit beside the Old Madam, greedily listening as she spoke of his eldest brother and sister-in-law. He clung to her every word, finding solace for his concern and longing through her accounts.

As for the twins, Henry Horne and Harry Horne, they were exceedingly proud. Regarding the Old Madam’s matchmaking intentions, both adopted the stance: Don’t look at me; I’m not getting married anytime soon!

They claimed that the woman capable of stirring their hearts, making them fall in love, and inspiring them to dote on, love, and cherish her as their eldest brother did his wife, was likely still in her mother’s womb—not even born yet.

This nearly made Viola Hanley spit blood in exasperation.

They were already twenty-eight, about to turn twenty-nine, and still talking about a future wife who wasn’t even born! By the time she was born and grew up, wouldn’t they be over fifty? Good heavens, at that age, it should be their sons getting married, not them!

Wait, without a wife, how could there be sons? 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Viola Hanley felt like she was losing her mind from the frustration caused by her two unfilial sons.

After lunch, Marcel Horne mentioned wanting to go for a walk outside. He began to propel his wheelchair himself, but after only a single push, a pair of slender, soft, yet firm hands reached out from behind him and took over, pushing his wheelchair onward.

Ruby Bluen pushed him out of the dining room, through the grand hall, and out of the Main House. She skillfully navigated the wheelchair down the gentle slope by the front steps, then headed towards a doorway on the right. This led to the Backyard garden, which was quieter and offered fresher air than the front garden, making it perfect for a post-meal stroll.

"I can manage myself," Marcel said softly, turning his head to gaze at the woman who stood steadfastly by him. His eyes were filled with gratitude for Ruby’s thoughtful gesture.

Loving her was the best decision he had ever made in his life.

"I’m taking care of you now," Ruby said with a gentle smile, her bright eyes sparkling enchantingly, "but once you’re back on your feet, you’ll have to repay me, with interest, alright?"

She was constantly, in countless little ways, encouraging Marcel and reinforcing his determination to walk again. She knew that their love was the key to restoring his confidence.

"Alright," Marcel affirmed, turning to take Ruby’s hand, which was resting on the wheelchair handle, into his own. He looked at her intently and said with deep emotion, "I will definitely repay you with interest. As long as you’re willing to wait indefinitely to calculate that interest, I promise I’ll pay you back every bit."

Ruby Bluen suddenly stopped pushing the wheelchair. She walked around to face Marcel, then crouched down, her gaze fixed steadily on his. "Marcel," she said, "please don’t worry. Even if it takes forever, I’m willing to be by your side. We’ll truly be together in less than a month. You don’t need to think about anything or worry at all. Just relax and get ready to be the groom."

He should have been the one to say those words, yet she had spoken them instead.

Marcel’s heart swelled with emotion. It was truly wonderful to have her!

"Ruby."

Marcel lifted the hand that was holding hers and gently cupped her lovely, round face. Compared to her sister, Julia Bluen might have been more strikingly beautiful in terms of pure appearance, but in a lover’s eyes, Marcel felt his Ruby Bluen was the most beautiful woman in the world—just as Glades believed his Julia was.

His broad palm, still calloused, was a testament to his rigorous training in the army.

He gently caressed her cheek. He rarely had the chance to look at her this closely, to touch her face with such tenderness. His touch conveyed a hint of apology, mingled with deep affection.

"Ruby," Marcel sighed, his voice low, "this all feels like a dream."

A dream he had cherished for six long years.

Ever since he heard his eldest brother publicly announce that Rachel Bluen was his girlfriend, Marcel had believed that the goddess enshrined in his heart was drifting further and further away. Yet, her image, like a powerful magnet, held an unbreakable grip on his heart, making him involuntarily dream of a day he could call her his own.

Just a few months ago, Ruby herself had told him, face-to-face, that her wedding date with his eldest brother had been finalized.

At that moment, his heart had shattered, yet he had forced himself to appear nonchalant and offer her his blessings.

Now, only a few months later, this very afternoon, he and Ruby were going to the Civil Affairs Office to register their marriage and officially become husband and wife.

He could finally have her—truly possess her, body and soul.