Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 34: I Only Want My Wife

Vivian Quinn froze.

’I’m calling Jett Sterling, so why is Zachary Quinn’s phone ringing?’

The man didn’t stop walking. He quickly answered the phone, "Hello..."

On Vivian Quinn’s end, however, no one picked up.

Vivian Quinn shook her head. ’Why do I keep associating Zachary Quinn with Jett Sterling?’

’I’ve clearly seen Zachary Quinn’s face. They’re not the same person.’

The man got into a car parked by the road. He watched from a distance as Vivian Quinn hailed a cab and left before finally looking away, his gaze falling to the missed call on his phone.

’That was a close call. Good thing I managed to switch my phone to silent and pretend to be on a call, otherwise I would have been caught.’

...

When Vivian Quinn returned to the villa, Jett Sterling wasn’t home.

She took the suit to the master bedroom’s walk-in closet and hung it up. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it.

A little over an hour later, Jett Sterling finally came home.

"Jett Sterling, I have something to tell you." Vivian Quinn approached him, holding the black card. "I went shopping today and bought you a suit."

The man looked at her gently. "Thank you, Mrs. Sterling."

"No need to thank me. I used your money to buy it."

"I am all yours, let alone my money."

"Mr. Sterling, you sure have a way with words." Vivian Quinn felt a sweet warmth in her heart. "But why didn’t you tell me this was an unlimited card? I heard it’s a limited-edition unlimited card, even. Are you that rich?"

She hadn’t planned on using the card, so she naturally hadn’t bothered to check its limit. Who would have thought it would be so powerful?

"It’s decent. My money should be enough to support you."

Vivian Quinn suppressed a smile. "I never said I was easy to support. Aren’t you afraid I’ll spend your entire fortune?"

"Then I’ll just have to work harder and make sure the speed at which I earn money can keep up with the speed at which Mrs. Sterling spends it. That way, I won’t have to worry about going broke."

Vivian Quinn doubled over with laughter.

Jett Sterling reached out and caressed her cheek. "Vivian, promise me you won’t treat me like a stranger. We’re husband and wife. Everything I have is yours. Whatever you want, I’ll get it for you, no matter the cost."

Vivian Quinn was taken aback, her eyes misting over. "Although I don’t think material things are that important, and I don’t feel I need you to support me, I’m still very moved by what you said."

Jett Sterling gently pulled her into a hug. "Being able to move Mrs. Sterling is a big step forward for me."

Vivian Quinn pressed her face against his solid chest, feeling an immense sense of security.

"Vivian," the man’s deep, pleasant voice sounded from above her. "This weekend is your birthday. Give me that day, okay?"

"I can’t," Vivian Quinn said, looking troubled. "I have something very important to do that day. Were you planning to celebrate my birthday with me?"

"This is your first birthday since we got married. Of course I can’t be absent."

Vivian Quinn thought for a moment. "In that case, I’ll take care of my business outside and come home as soon as possible."

"What is it you need to take care of? I can go with you."

"No, it’s fine. I can handle it myself, don’t worry."

"Alright, I respect that. But remember to protect yourself."

"Mhm, I will." Something suddenly occurred to Vivian Quinn. "Oh, right! I ran into my savior, Mr. Quinn, at the mall again today. You won’t believe this, but I actually thought he was you and even demanded to see his face. Thinking back on it now, I was so rude."

The man let out a low chuckle. "Why did you think he was me?"

"Just a feeling," Vivian Quinn analyzed. "And I feel like the two of you have very similar auras. Even though he’s a bodyguard... I don’t mean to look down on bodyguards, I just think his presence is very powerful, not like what you’d expect from a bodyguard."

"I’ll just take it as Mrs. Sterling praising me in a roundabout way."

"Of course I’m praising you. And you certainly have the qualifications to be praised."

The man bent down and kissed her between her brows. "A reward for Mrs. Sterling."

Vivian Quinn bit her lower lip, her cheeks flushing red. "When did I say I wanted a reward?"

"Even if you don’t want one, I have to give it. It’s a husband’s duty."

"You’re obviously just trying to take advantage of me!"

"This is taking advantage?" The man looked innocent. "Then let me return it. You can kiss me once. If that’s not enough, twice is fine too."

Vivian Quinn laughed so hard her stomach hurt. "Jett Sterling, you’re so shameless!"

"I don’t need a face, I just need my wife."

Vivian Quinn’s face turned even redder. She quickly scrambled out of his arms. "I’m not going to banter with you anymore! I’m going to the kitchen to see what’s for dinner!"

Jett Sterling watched her retreating back, a gentle smile spreading in his deep eyes.

...

「The weekend arrived in the blink of an eye.」

The birthday party was to be held at a private club with a very nice atmosphere.

The Quinn Family was well-connected in Aethelgard, and with their marital alliance with the Grant Family, the guests attending the birthday party tonight were all rich and powerful, giving the Quinn Family a great deal of face.

Silas Quinn and Yvonne Lawrence were dressed to the nines, greeting guests at the door. When they saw Vivian Quinn, their expressions instantly turned cold. Silas lowered his voice and warned, "Go change into something decent. Don’t cause any trouble tonight, or you’ll regret it!"

Rachel Quinn chimed in understandingly, "Dad, Mom, I’ve already prepared an outfit for Vivian. It’s a matching sister’s dress. Once we put them on, we’ll be the stars of the evening."

"Rachel is always so thoughtful. Quickly, take her to change."

"Okay."

Rachel Quinn led Vivian Quinn to the lounge. "Vivian, this is the evening gown your sister prepared for you. Hurry up and change. I’ll go get a makeup artist for you."

Vivian Quinn didn’t believe for a second that she was being so kind. After Rachel left, she carefully inspected the dress and discovered that the waistline had been tampered with.

It wouldn’t take long after she put it on for the threads to snap. The strapless dress would then fall completely off. The consequences were easy to imagine.

’You really have to hand it to Rachel Quinn,’ Vivian thought. ’She’s always finding new ways to harm me.’

’Fine. In that case, I don’t need to be polite anymore.’

Vivian Quinn turned her head to look at another dress hanging on the rack, a slight smile playing on her lips.

When Rachel Quinn returned with the makeup artist, she saw Vivian Quinn sitting motionlessly on the sofa, playing with her phone. She frowned and said, "Vivian, why haven’t you changed?"

"Don’t want to."

"How can you not? You’re the main character today. How are you supposed to greet guests dressed like that?"

"I don’t work in a brothel, so why do I need to ’greet guests’?" Vivian Quinn raised an eyebrow. "You think I’m an embarrassment, is that it? Fine, should I leave then?"

"Don’t..." How could Rachel Quinn possibly let her leave? She conceded, "Fine, don’t change if you don’t want to. As long as you’re happy."

"That’s more like it."

A cold glint flashed in Rachel Quinn’s eyes. ’That little bitch. She actually refused to wear the evening gown I so carefully prepared for her. Weren’t all my efforts for nothing, then?’

’But it doesn’t matter. She might have dodged the appetizer, but she won’t be escaping the main course!’

Rachel Quinn changed into a beautiful dress and sat down at the vanity, instructing the makeup artist, "Make me look gorgeous. I want to outshine everyone tonight."

"Of course."

Vivian Quinn went downstairs. Her gaze suddenly caught a familiar figure in the crowd, and she immediately hurried after them. "Huh? What are you doing here?"