President’s Sweet Wife

Chapter 335 Getting Signed In

Victoria burst into tears.

Like beads on a severed rosary, they rolled down.

Something was crushing her heart. Something sour and swollen. An indescribable feeling welled up,

shaking her to her core.

Charlie sighed and wrapped her in his arms.

Victoria sobbed even harder. She grabbed his clothes and buried her face in his chest, weeping like a

child.

Five years. Four years of being apart, a single night of madness one year ago, and then giving birth to

Joy on her own.

The emotions, the grudges, the sins between the two of them had almost exhausted her completely.

She’d wanted to give up. She’d wanted to take the child and run, to have a calm, peaceful life, free of

the grips of something as hurtful as love.

For that, she’d even given up on her identity as a lady of the Kaur family. Given up on her father and

her pampering.

But at a time like this, he was coming and saying something like this to her. Asking something like this

of her.

Was he doing it on purpose?

Did he just not want her to be happy, coming here with the stick and the carrot so she wouldn’t give up

on hope entirely, leading her on like a fish on the hook.

By what right?

Just because she still liked him a little bit?

The more she cried, the more the agony dug at her. Whimpering, she balled up her fists and hammered

at him.

Charlie didn’t resist. He stood there, allowing her to let it all out on his unmoving frame.

After a while, Victoria grew tired, and her tears stopped.

She’d been about to get out from his arms, but the man pressed a hand against the back of her head

and kissed her deeply.

Victoria’s heart trembled and she gripped his clothes, her body growing weak.

After a long while, Charlie released her, took out his phone and made a call.

“Get the car ready and prepare the information we need to register for marriage, then wait

downstairs…”

Victoria’s eyes widened. Before she could react, the man had finished his commands and hung up.

Panicking, she demanded, “What was that about?”

Charlie put his phone away, looking at her seriously.

“Will you marry me, Victoria?”

“…”

“Let’s ignore everything else and get married. Your family, my family, our mess of a past – we were so

concerned about them before so we couldn’t have the ending we wanted, only managing to exhaust

each other. But we’re not young anymore, and Joy needs a complete family. So let’s throw it all out the

window and get married. Everything will solve itself when we do, okay?”

Victoria froze there, rooted to the spot for a long while before shaking her head.

“N-no.”

“Why not?”

Her face changed slightly and she forced her heart to harden.

“Why are you proposing now of all times, Charlie? Don’t say that it’s because you love me, because I

don’t believe you.”

Charlie’s face sank too.

He stared at her, his old iciness seemingly creeping back into his eyes. But he held it in and murmured,

“Then why do you think it is?”

Victoria bit her lip and didn’t reply.

Charlie suddenly laughed.

He reached out, stroking her face, voice low and clear. “You hurt me once five years ago, Victoria. So I

left you for four years as revenge. You came to me on your own that night, one year ago. Are you trying

to hurt me and abandon me again?”

Victoria trembled.

She clenched her fists, feeling her nails dig into her palm, the pain reaching her heart.

Charlie’s eyes cooled completely as he looked at her with a shadowed gaze.

“But I’m not the Charlie Peck of five years ago now. I won’t let you leave again. You’re getting married

with me no matter what, got it?”

Victoria opened her mouth, about to say something, then gave up.

Charlie patted her cheeks, satisfied. His voice was soft. “I’ll love you, Victoria. Just like how you loved

me in the beginning.”

“…”

After a few minutes, Charlie’s phone rang. It was his assistant.

“Everything’s ready, sir.”

“All right. I’m coming down.”

With that, he took Victoria with him out the door.

The servants didn’t know Charlie and only thought it was strange that he was taking Victoria with him

out.

Victoria knew that it was the last nail in the coffin now. Knowing full well this man’s intentions, for some

reason, she didn’t want to refuse. Reason told her that her father would come back after a while, and

that it wouldn’t end well for her once he caught wind. After all, with so many servants in the house, they

couldn’t possibly hide the fact that Charlie had been here.

But another voice was leaping for joy. It was a small spark, but powerful enough to consume all reason.

Soon, Charlie had taken her in front of civil services.

Because they’d made preparations, the workers there were ready when they arrived.

The signature and the photograph were done all at once.

In less than twenty minutes, it was finished.

Coming out of the office and getting in the car, Victoria looked at the marriage certificate. It didn’t feel

real. She felt like she was in a dream.

It was unbelievable.

Then her hand fell empty as the certificate was snatched away.

She started, looking confused at the man next to her.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m keeping it for you.”

“Why?”

“So many questions.”

The man didn’t brook argument and took both certificates.

“…”

Why did she feel like she’d completely stepped in it this time?

Thinking of Charlie’s identity, she thought of a loophole.

Carefully, she asked, “So… is that legally binding in the nation?”

Charlie shot her an icy look.

“What do you think?”

“…”

Okay! She really had stepped in it.

Did he put a spell on him? She was just home, wasn’t she?

Why did she come on out and sign a certificate with him out of nowhere?

Victoria wanted to crawl in a hole and die.

Probably because of her complicated emotions, the trip back seemed to go quicker. Soon, they were

back at the Kaur family mansion.

Victoria opened the door and was about to get out when Charlie stopped her.

A while later, the assistant walked over with some luggage.

“I’ve got it, sir.”

Charlie nodded and had him put the things in the trunk, then drove off out.

Victoria’s eyes widened, her expression changing.

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As Charlie drove, he smirked.

“We’re married now, so shouldn’t you call me something else?”

Victoria choked.