Marga's P.O.V
I bit my lower lip, and my mood shifted once more. I don't expect him to have a plan in place in case we do split up. I can't help but remain hopeful.
Marga, you are a martyr.
What exactly is he saying? We haven't even gotten married yet, and he's already planning our annulment.
"What if you find another person?" Even though I was terrified of his response, I couldn't help but ask.
I was a masochist, and even though I was completely hurt, I still asked.
He was silent for a moment, clearing his throat before speaking, and he first stared at me for a few seconds, his gaze piercing as if he was reading my deep thoughts.
"Why don't we give each other the benefit of the doubt? Don't worry, we will marry under false pretenses, only on paper. Even if we live together under the same roof, you will remain a virgin "He says this without looking at me.
I couldn't help but be dissipated by the words he was saying, which were crushing my heart once more.
I'm not sure what his true plan is. There is only one that I see and am certain of.
He simply wanted to follow through on his promise to my friend. Shaina's sake. Even in my dreams, conscience makes me cringe. My mind wouldn't shut up, so even if everything seemed crazy, the wedding would go on.
I can tell you that he adores Shaina. That even after she's gone, he keeps his promise. I can't help but be envious of Shaina because Klark is the ideal husband for me.
That all women would be expected to have that type of man who would love them.
"All right, Marga, let's go." At the same time, he folded his hand in mine, allowing me to look down and feel his warm hand on me.
He gave me a small smile as he looked at me.
"I'm not leaving until I return with you, even if they have to wait a long time. If you plan to flee or leave, I will still follow you and will not stop pleading with you "He spoke abruptly, and both his words and his expression were solemn. "Do I... Do I still have to kneel just to get your approval?" he bit and licked his lower lip.
My eyes widened and my lips parted automatically.
"W-what?" what is he saying?
"Marga, please marry me, let me be your wife—-" he would have knelt if I hadn't immediately stopped him and touched his shoulder.
Oh my goodness. I couldn't help but have my jaw drop at what he was desperately saying. Are you serious? Will you be able to kneel in front of me, Klark Linnaeus Villaverde? That is incredible!
My lips drew apart. "Come on, C-come on! You no longer have to kneel with me... I'll gladly accompany you." I took a deep breath and swallowed hard.
I motioned for him to return, but he just stared at me, giving me a small smile. Moms, especially Dad and Klark's parents, may be surprised to learn how long I, we, have been away from our stalled marriage. My pleading expression was quickly replaced by a smile. I let out a long sigh.
"Are you ready?" he asks, making certain.
I sighed and bit my lower lip. I nodded slowly.
"Now I'm prepared... this is for your children, this is for Shaina... I'm ready to marry, be a wife, and spend time with your children, who will also be my children "I let out a sigh. Keep going.
I'm not sure why he has a hidden smile on his lips as if he's laughing.
'This is also for you because I love you,' I said in my mind.
If I don't love you, I won't let myself marry you from the start. I can't say anything, so I'll just let you know. I'm hoping he'll be able to sense me one day. It brought me great joy that our ruse had progressed to the point where it could become a reality.
When I said yes to him, he just smiled at me, and I could see the relief on his face.
"Marga, come on. Judge Marquez is standing by. It is humiliating for those who are waiting. Perhaps your parents, particularly Almario, will be angry wi th me as well." At the same time, he placed his hand on his nape and smiled shyly at me.
He was devoted to my father. Dad was strict, and I had no idea he was afraid of my father. I'm not sure. That's because I notice how he looks every time he comes to our house.
"All right, let's go—oh, wait a minute, Klark," I came to a halt in our walk when I noticed something on his clothes.
When he turned to face me, he frowned. Before leaving, I confronted him and got him to stop.
"Let me... fix your sloppy necktie," I said as I looked at him hesitantly as if to say that if he didn't let me hold his hand, I wouldn't. He eventually gave me a small smile and nodded.
"Go ahead," he said.
I smiled at him and took a step closer to him. I could almost feel his deep breath, as well as his fragrant breath, speed up my face.
"We still need to look presentable when we return; they might be surprised at how we look. Oh my goodness, is my make-up still... uhm... okay?" I bit the inside of my lower lip. I raised my eyes to him so he could get a better look at my face.
I still came over to adjust the rolled-up necktie black and white polo that was tilting at the collar. I felt his gaze, and I was a little embarrassed by the way he was staring at me, but I just avoided focusing his gaze on me by adjusting his collar.
Only now will I attempt to adjust to and the good wife. This isn't the only thing I can do for him, because I know there are a lot more. As a wife and mother to them, I still have a lot to do. As his partner, I'm doing more than just tying his necktie.
I just felt his touch on my face as I adjusted his long sleeve, and he greeted me with a warm smile and sly deep eyes.
"You look good right now because you're already smiling. Don't cry any longer to make yourself look better, Marigrethe... You're always beautiful. " while staring into my eyes, he says this term slowly.
That's why, when we looked right at each other, I just smiled as a sign that it's fine with me and that I'll accept it. As his eyes were touched, her lips slowly lifted in a smile. And I finally realized that he had given me a quick kiss on my forehead as I placed it on him.
Has he just kissed me?
My cheek is unmistakably tomato-red. I'm not sure what he's up to. I returned to reality when I heard him chuckle.
"Oh, you're blushing, wife," he teased.
I took a big gulp. When I noticed he was still staring at me while I couldn't look at him directly, I couldn't help but touch my face with the heat I felt.
"You were so cute when I looked at you shy," he laughed.
"K-Klark, please stop talking! I'm prepared. Let's go back, our parents are probably worried..." He walked ahead of me to avoid noticing my blush.
I couldn't get away. He laughed softly as if pleased with his teasing of me. As I continued walking down the corridor, I could feel him following me.
"Marga, do you know what I mean? What do they think about the fact that we both postponed the wedding for a while? Maybe they'll think we're looking forward to being together because we can't wait." The playful tone in his voice was audible.
"What exactly do you mean?" I scowled.
"That we can't wait to be together just the two of us," he chuckled again.
"Oh my goodness! Please hurry! "
Seriously, a honeymoon? Very hazy! I hope what he says is accurate and not merely speculative.
My lips pouted, and I kept walking straight so he couldn't see my stupid reaction.
"Hey, keep an eye out for me!"
In my haste, I felt him approach me, and he immediately wrapped one of his arms around my waist because I was stunned and had an odd effect on my core. I could feel the heat on my back.
I didn't protest any longer, and I was just astounded when he looked at my face, but smiles of gratitude flashed across his handsome face. Fortunately, no one is in the corridor. And this time it's true. I'm willing to wager on a prank game. That the game will still chase me to bet no matter what I do, so I voluntarily surrendered myself. I gave up and continued on my way. I'm willing to be his'supposed' wife. As Florendo, I was eager to join the Villaverdes family. I am prepared to pass on and change my surname to his surname.
I am prepared to take on the role of Villaverde.
For the sake of this stupidity game.
"Thank you for trusting me, Marga... I will not make you regret marrying me, and I will make sure you are happy with me...," he whispered in my ear as my heart pounded once more.
I hope...I hope I don't come to regret it.