Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 107: Newlywed Bliss

Vivian Quinn forced a smile and said in a breezy tone, "It’s okay. You didn’t rest well last night, so you really should sleep in today. If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up now."

"Okay."

Vivian hung up the phone, the smile instantly vanishing from her face.

"If you’re disappointed, just say so. That’s the problem with you girls—you never say what’s on your mind and just expect guys to guess."

"Stop talking nonsense. Who wants guys to guess?"

"But you’re clearly upset," Ian Sterling said, calling her out directly. "You bolted the second school was out. I couldn’t even catch up to you. You were walking so fast, anyone would’ve thought you’d won a fifty-million-dollar lottery and were rushing to claim your prize."

Vivian: "..."

"You’re exaggerating."

"Why would I lie?" Ian’s lips twitched. "It wasn’t until I saw you at the school gate that I realized you were waiting for my uncle to pick you up. Are you really that into him?"

"Of course," Vivian said without hesitation. "If I didn’t like him, I wouldn’t have accepted him, and I wouldn’t have married him."

"God, you’re head over heels," Ian scoffed. "Don’t say I didn’t warn you. My uncle isn’t as innocent as you are. If you get too emotionally invested, you’re bound to get hurt."

"Pah, pah, pah! Can’t you say anything nice for once?" Vivian glared at him. "We have a great relationship, and he would never hurt me."

"That’s for the best. I’m just giving you a friendly warning. It’s obvious you’re the sincere and passionate type."

Vivian was quiet for a moment before she spoke. "Ian, I understand what you’re trying to say. But don’t worry, I don’t give my heart away easily. Jett is a good man, otherwise I wouldn’t like him this much. I have the resolve and the confidence to make our marriage work."

Ian was inexplicably touched.

The flashy sports car pulled into Sycamore Bay. As Vivian unbuckled her seatbelt, she said, "Thanks for the ride home. Want to come in for dinner?"

Ian was quick to agree. "Since you’ve invited me so graciously, it would be rude to refuse. Let’s go."

Vivian: "..."

"I was just being polite!"

"Well, I’m not going to be polite with you!"

When the two of them entered the house, Jett Sterling was sitting in the living room doing some work. Hearing their footsteps, he looked up. "You’re back?"

"Yeah. Did you get enough rest?"

"I did." Jett’s gaze shifted to Ian beside her. "What are you doing here?"

"Vivian invited me for dinner."

Jett said nothing, looking back down at his documents.

Vivian went upstairs to change. By the time she came back down, dinner was ready.

Ian ate as if he hadn’t had a meal in days, enjoying himself immensely.

"Did you skip lunch?" Vivian asked, surprised. "Should I ask them to make a couple more dishes?"

"This is plenty! The chef here is amazing. I don’t usually get to eat cooking this good."

"You’re so rich. What kind of chef couldn’t you find?"

"That’s where you’re wrong. Some chefs can’t be hired, not even with money. Otherwise, do you think I’d be wolfing this down like I’m starving?"

"Haha, you said it, not me!"

Jett glanced at the two of them. "No fooling around at the table."

"Oh." Vivian placed some food on his plate. "You should eat more, too."

"Mm."

As Ian ate, he watched them and suddenly said, "Uncle, haven’t you even noticed that Vivian’s face is hurt?"

Vivian froze.

Jett turned and looked at the bandage on Vivian’s face. "What happened?" he asked.

"It’s nothing. I just accidentally scratched myself."

"As long as you’re okay. Be more careful next time."

"Okay."

The topic passed quickly, but a heavy feeling settled in Vivian’s chest, and she lost her appetite.

After dinner, Ian insisted on dragging Vivian into a video game session.

Vivian couldn’t refuse, so she played a couple of rounds with him. When she turned her head, she realized Jett was gone.

"Nanny Jenner, where’s Jett?"

Ian pouted. "Vivian, do you have some kind of codependency issue? Why are you so clingy?"

"What do you know? It’s not being clingy, it’s basic concern," Vivian said, waving her hand dismissively. "You’ve never been in a real relationship, so it’s normal that you don’t get it."

"Hey! Who says I’ve never been in a relationship? The line of girls chasing me could circle the globe twice. I’m just not interested in them."

"Ma’am," Nanny Jenner said, stepping forward. "Master Jett just left. He said he had some business to attend to."

Vivian felt a pang of disappointment. "Why didn’t he say goodbye to me?"

"The Master saw you were engrossed in your game, so he didn’t want to disturb you. He asked me to let you know."

"Oh, alright then."

"Even better that he’s gone. Let’s keep going." Ian crossed his legs cockily. "Nanny Jenner, go get us some fruit and soda. Vivian and I are battling to the death tonight!"

Vivian: "..."

Nanny Jenner: "..."

"Master Ian, Ma’am is your uncle’s wife. You shouldn’t address her directly by her name."

"Don’t try to tie me down with the old Sterling Family rules. What century are we in? I don’t buy into that nonsense!"

Nanny Jenner insisted stubbornly, "Without rules, there is no order. If the Master heard you, he would be displeased."

"But he’s not here right now, is he?"

Nanny Jenner: "..."

"Nanny Jenner, don’t mind him. You can go prepare the snacks," Vivian said.

Nanny Jenner gave a helpless nod. "Yes, Ma’am."

Vivian’s heart wasn’t in the game. She kept dragging the team down, causing Ian to lose several times. He was so mad he could have spit blood.

"Vivian, what is wrong with you? Are you a noob?"

Vivian collected herself and explained, "I don’t really play games that often, so I’m not very good."

"This isn’t about how often you play. Your head’s just not in the game," Ian said, cutting straight to the point. "Thinking about my uncle?"

Vivian’s face flushed. "What nonsense!"

"It’s totally true, and you won’t even admit it." Ian let out a wicked laugh. "He’s barely been gone and you’re already missing him this much. You two are way too lovey-dovey."

"That’s not it." Vivian cleared her throat. "He went out on business, right? I’m just worried he’ll drink too much. He drank too much last night."

Realization suddenly dawned on Ian, and his grin grew even more wicked. "So, after my uncle got drunk last night, what kind of unspeakable things did you two do that made him so tired?"

Vivian: "..."!!!

"What kind of gutter trash is rattling around in that head of yours! Stop talking nonsense!"

"How is it nonsense? You two are a married couple, newlyweds at that. You’re like dry tinder and a burning flame. Isn’t it perfectly normal to... do things?"

Vivian’s face grew even redder. "I said nothing happened, so nothing happened! You should just go home. I’m not playing anymore."

"Tch, it’s not like I want to play with you anyway. My friends already asked me to go out for drinks, but I turned them down earlier. Since you’re so bad at this game, I’m heading out for a change of scenery. Want to come?"

"I’m not interested."

"Suit yourself. I’m outta here."

"Okay."

After Ian left, Vivian went to the gym and ran on the treadmill for half an hour, then soaked in a hot bath. She felt completely refreshed.

It was past ten o’clock when she got out of the bathroom. After a moment’s thought, she took out her phone and sent a message to Jett.

[Don’t drink tonight. It’s bad for you.]

After waiting for more than twenty minutes with no reply, Vivian picked up her phone and called him directly.

The call connected, but it rang for a long time before someone finally picked up. The voice on the other end, however, wasn’t Jett’s. It was the distinctly sultry voice of a woman. "Who is this?"