Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 63: Don’t You Love Me?

"What’s wrong?" Vivian looked at him, puzzled. "Did I say something wrong?"

She recalled what she had said. "I wasn’t wrong, was I? Don’t you love me?"

"Of course I do."

"Then why do you have that look on your face?"

"Vivian," the man said, looking at her, "why do you think I love you only because we’ve slept together?"

"If not for that, then what else?" Vivian laughed out loud. "Don’t tell me you really have a fetish for ugliness and a Merv fetish, like your mother said?"

Jett Sterling: "..."

"Vivian Quinn!"

Vivian quickly covered her mouth. "I’ll stop talking!"

Jett Sterling pinched the bridge of his nose and gave a self-deprecating smile. "Vivian, you’ll never understand..."

Vivian grew curious. "This is the second time you’ve said that. What is it I don’t understand? Tell me."

"You’ll understand in the future." The man gazed at her face as if he wanted to pull her into his very eyes. "I have a lifetime to make you understand..."

...

After about an hour’s drive, the car finally came to a stop.

Vivian got out of the car and saw a building that could only be described as a castle. It was impeccably designed, standing in splendid isolation, yet it complemented the surrounding landscape perfectly, a true paradise on earth.

"It’s so beautiful. What is this place?"

"Our new home."

"New home?"

"Didn’t you say people were watching us at the villa where we live now? If we live here, no one will be able to spy on our lives."

Vivian was in disbelief. "But this place is too extravagant!"

"As long as you like it. Vivian, why don’t you give this place a name?"

"Name it?" Vivian thought for a moment. "Let’s call it Sycamore Bay. How does that sound?"

"Why Sycamore Bay?"

"Because I saw a lot of sycamore trees on the way here. My master loved sycamores the most. He would definitely love it here. I believe and hope that one day he can come back and reunite with us."

"Alright."

Vivian collected her thoughts and asked, "Are we going to move here?"

"It’s being cleaned. We’ll move in once everything is ready."

"Okay."

"Want me to show you around inside?"

"Sure."

Once inside, Vivian finally understood what it meant to be obscenely wealthy.

But despite the extravagance, it was all understated luxury, done with impeccable taste. Every detail suited her aesthetic sensibilities.

"This place is so beautiful, I never want to leave!"

"I want to be confined here forever, too."

"Hmm?" Vivian was curious. "Mr. Sterling, you’ve seen everything the world has to offer. How could you feel the same way I do?"

Jett Sterling grabbed her hand and pulled, causing the girl to tumble onto his lap.

"Ah!" Vivian exclaimed in surprise. "What are you doing?"

"When I said I wanted to be confined, I meant in here." His long, well-defined fingers pointed to her heart. "Vivian, can I live in here, confined forever, and never come out?"

Vivian’s heart sped up. The spot he was pointing to felt like a frantic fawn was ramming against her ribs, about to knock her out.

She swallowed hard. "Jett Sterling, I seriously suspect you’re an old hand at romance. Just be honest with me, how many relationships have you been in? Don’t worry, I can take it. Just tell me the truth."

The man let out a low, husky laugh. "This is the first time."

"I don’t believe you."

Jett Sterling kissed her directly on the lips, a long, tender, and lingering kiss. He finally let her go after a long while. "Believe me now?"

Vivian’s head was spinning. "Still don’t."

The man kissed her again.

It slowly dawned on Vivian. ’He’s trying to kiss me into submission!’

’This damn man!’

By the time the kiss ended, Vivian felt utterly light-headed, her head resting on the man’s shoulder. "Alright, I believe you. Happy now?"

"That’s my good girl."

Vivian cursed him up and down in her mind, but for some reason, she also felt a sweet warmth spread through her.

’This man is definitely toxic!’

...

The two of them left Sycamore Bay and returned to the villa. Just as they finished lunch, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Two police officers entered and spoke in a formal, all-business tone, "Ms. Vivian Quinn, you are suspected of being connected to a case involving someone falling from a building. Please come with us to assist with the investigation."

"Falling from a building?" Vivian was confused. "Who fell?"

"Yvonne Lawrence."

"What did you say?" Vivian froze. "How could she have fallen from a building?!"

"She jumped from the roof of her house. We heard that she had an argument with you here this morning. Standard procedure requires us to take you in for questioning."

For a long time, Vivian couldn’t process what she was hearing.

Jett Sterling said coldly, "No one is taking my wife anywhere without my permission. Nanny Jenner, call our lawyer."

"Yes, sir."

Vivian composed herself and quickly stopped them. "There’s no rush to call the lawyer. I can go to the station to cooperate with the investigation."

Jett Sterling held her hand. "Vivian..."

"Cooperating with the police is a citizen’s duty. Besides, I didn’t push her. I’m just going to give a statement, that’s all. It’ll be fine."

"You don’t have to go. With me here, no one can take you away."

"Listen to me. Something about this is strange. Yvonne Lawrence was someone who cherished her life dearly. She loved and enjoyed her life as a wealthy socialite, so there’s no way she would have just jumped. This is something the police need to investigate thoroughly."

Only then did Jett Sterling relent. "Alright, I’ll let you go. Don’t be afraid."

"I have a clear conscience, so I have nothing to fear."

...

A black Bentley was parked at the entrance of the police station. Easton Rivers got into the car after finishing a call and reported, "Master Sterling, it happened at the Quinn family’s villa. There’s no surveillance footage, but Rachel Quinn was home at the time."

The man resting in the back seat with his eyes closed said nothing.

Easton Rivers continued his report, "Master Sterling, this is clearly targeted at your wife. I’ve already found that a massive online campaign has been launched, claiming your wife drove her own mother to her death. Should we suppress it?"

Jett Sterling’s fingertips tapped lightly on the armrest. "No need. Let it ferment. The bigger the scandal, the better. Since Rachel Quinn is courting death, I’ll be sure to grant her wish. I’ll make her understand the consequences of daring to touch my wife."

"I understand."

Vivian finished giving her statement and came out of the station shortly after. Seeing Jett Sterling, she wasn’t surprised. "I told you it would be fine. Were you so worried that you had to wait here for me?"

"Of course I was worried. Let’s go home."

"Okay."

Vivian took out her phone to look, and her face went pale. "I’m trending!"

The hashtag #AethelgardUniversityStudentDrivesBirthMotherToSuicide# had already shot to the number one spot, followed by a dark red icon indicating it had "exploded" in popularity.

Aethelgard University is Celestine’s most famous institution, so it always garners a lot of attention. The incident quickly became a topic of widespread concern, with countless retweets and comments.

The post included a photo of Vivian being led into a police car, which only added to its credibility.

’I knew my intuition was right! Someone was definitely watching me near the villa!’

Although her face in the photo was pixelated, the caption specified that it was a "physically disabled and psychologically twisted" female student. Anyone from Aethelgard University would immediately guess it was her.

Just as Vivian was about to read the comments, the phone was taken from her grasp by a long, well-defined hand.