Chapter 317:
Silently, I prayed that time would freeze, that we could stay like this forever, growing old together.
After dinner, we took a leisurely walk back to my apartment.
The moment we stepped inside, Herbert pulled me into his arms again, his hands slipping under my clothes.
“I’m so tired. I have no strength left. I just want to take a shower and go straight to sleep,” I murmured, barely able to keep my eyes open.
Last night had been overwhelming—five times in total. I needed a break.
But Herbert wasn’t ready to let me go.
“You had enough strength to eat all that barbecue, didn’t you?” he teased.
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“So that’s why you took me out for barbecue?”
“No, of course not,” he said, his voice low and tempting.
“But right now, I want you…”
Without another word, he lifted me into his arms and carried me straight to the bedroom.
In the next hour, Herbert had his way with me once again. My desire ignited quickly, and in the end, I reached my peak. Trembling, I clung to him, screaming his name.
“Herbert!”
Exhaustion consumed me, and I didn’t even have the strength to take a shower. I simply collapsed in his arms, drifting into sleep.
“After we get our marriage certificate tomorrow, I have a big gift for you,” he whispered into my ear.
“What gift…?” I murmured sleepily.
“You’ll find out tomorrow.”
He pressed a kiss to my shoulder before tucking the blanket around me.
Later that night, I vaguely remembered him entering my body again, but I had been too tired to even open my eyes. Resisting him was pointless—I could only surrender, letting him take what he wanted as my body melted into his touch…
The next morning, I was awakened by the sound of birds chirping outside the window. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room.
Herbert was gone.
I sat up, glancing at the clock on the wall. It was almost nine o’clock.
Had he gone to work again? No, he said we would get our marriage certificate this morning.
Did he forget? If he did, I was going to make him regret it.
Grabbing my phone, I was about to call him when I noticed a text message on the screen. It was from Herbert.
“Baby, I’m sorry. There’s an important short meeting at the company this morning that I have to attend. Shall we meet at the marriage registration office at 10 o’clock?”
The message had been sent an hour ago.
I quickly typed my reply.
“Okay.”
