Butler Jorah's eyes suddenly lit up with excitement. "This is such great news! Miss Bliss was taken when she was only three, and we've searched for her all these years. It's a miracle she's been found! I'll go back to Peak City and tell the Golden family right away!"
"Not yet," Rhysand interrupted. "Bliss was so little when she was taken, and now she has a peaceful life. I don't want to cause her any trouble. I'll stay here for a while and keep an eye on things before deciding."
Butler Jorah realized he was right and quickly nodded. "Yes, sir, we must be cautious."
The Golden family was one of the top families in the country, and if word got out that their long-lost daughter had been found, it could cause chaos.
They might even attract enemies. Rhysand turned and walked toward his car. "I'll stay at the estate with her for now, and no one is to speak a word of this."
"Understood," Butler Jorah replied.
The bodyguard opened the car door, but before Rhysand got in, he turned around.
"Uncle Jorah, get some white chrysanthemums and place them on the grave at plot 413 in the cemetery."
Butler Jorah looked surprised. "Master, what..."
"I got married. Today is my wife's parents' death anniversary, and she sprained her ankle. I'm lighting incense for them on her behalf."
Without waiting for an answer, Rhysand got into the car and signaled the driver to go.
Butler Jorah stood there, stunned.
Did he hear that right? Rhysand was married? The bodyguards stared in shock too. "Third Young Master, you got married?" Butler Jorah's voice was full of disbelief. "You're joking, right? I'm too old for this!"
He ran after the car in confusion. "Who did you marry? Why didn't you tell your family? How am I supposed to explain this to President Golden?"
But the black Porsche was already gone, its red lights disappearing into the night.
"Third Young Master! You better explain this!" Butler Jorah yelled, feeling panicked.
One of the bodyguards leaned over and whispered, "Uncle Jorah, the old lady wanted you to discuss the engagement with the young master. But now he's already married! What do we do?"
Butler Jorah stood there, frozen. He had totally forgotten about the family's engagement plans.
They had sent him to bring Rhysand back to Peak City to get married soon.
In Peak City, Rhysand never seemed interested in women.
How could he suddenly get married in Rain City?
Butler Jorah grabbed his head, feeling completely lost.
It was late at night when Rhysand finally returned to the bungalow.
He saw Ariel curled up on the floor and frowned. Why was she sleeping on the floor?
He didn't say anything, though. Without a word, he stepped over her.
Rhysand knew Ariel had feelings for someone else.
She only undressed earlier because she was at her limit. If he wanted to sleep with her, her gentle nature wouldn't resist.
But it would only be because they were married, nothing more.
Whether the guy in her heart was Callum or not, Rhysand didn't care.
His real reason for coming to the Ocean family was to find his lost sister.
The marriage with Ariel was something Eric arranged, hoping to use her to win Rhysand over.
Rhysand needed a cover to stay close to his sister, so he agreed to the marriage.
He wouldn't be here for long, though. In three months, he'd bring his sister back to Peak City.
So he wouldn't touch Ariel. When the time came, he'd divorce her and leave her with some money.
As he was about to lay down, he noticed his freshly washed clothes hanging by the window.
It was the same clothes he had taken off earlier. Normally, Rhysand would've just thrown away dirty clothes, but now they were washed clean and smelled like lemon grass.
The bloodstains were gone, and his shirt looked brand new.
She must've washed them.
Rhysand glanced at Ariel's hands. They were swollen and red from the laundry.
He was surprised. He thought she was just a spoiled girl, but she knew how to do chores.
Not bad. It was cleaner than he expected.
He then noticed Ariel curled up on the ground, her lips pale from the cold.
Rhysand furrowed his brows. Without saying anything, he gently picked her up and placed her on the bed.
She was so light and soft, like a feather in his arms.
Ariel was sound asleep, wearing a cotton nightgown. It had ridden up, revealing her slender legs.
Rhysand was about to lie next to her when he noticed and tugged her nightgown down.
He wasn't going to take advantage of her.
But just as he got comfortable, Ariel kicked him in a very sensitive spot.
Rhysand groaned, his face twisting in pain. He glared at her angrily.
She really knew where to kick!
Completely unaware of his pain, Ariel kicked off the covers and flopped her leg across Rhysand's waist, snuggling closer.
Her lips smacked softly in her sleep.
Her legs were sore from doing laundry, and now she found something comfy to rest them on.
Finally, she could sleep well.
Rhysand stared at her leg draped over him, his face dark with frustration.
He stayed quiet for a moment, then pulled the covers over himself and turned his back to her.
If she kicks him again tonight, he'll throw her out for the wolves!