Flash Marriage: My Husband Is A Mafia

"Ashlie, it's you who were so helplessly in love with me that you agreed to be the legal representative of my company. And now you want to sue me in court?" In the hallway outside the courtroom, a blond man was surrounded by several people, accusing the woman standing outside the crowd as if she had committed an unforgivable offense. The blond man roared, "Apologize to me now, and I might forgive you!" Ashlie's rosy lips trembled gently, her clear blue eyes, resembling the waters of Lake Baikal, were filled with moisture. She wore a blue tight dress that accentuated her graceful figure, revealing a pair of flawless white jade-like legs. No doubt she was stunning, and the confrontation between a beautiful woman and a scumbag in the courtroom quickly attracted the attention of passersby. Being scrutinized with probing and pitying gazes, anger and grievance gradually enveloped Ashlie's heart. She gritted her teeth, trembling with rage. How could there be such a shameless man in this world? Was his brain left behind in his mother's apron? "You forgive me? James, it was without my consent that you burdened me with debts that don't belong to me. Now, the one who’s facing the lawsuit is you!" Ashlie ran over, her curly brown hair bouncing on her shoulders with each step. "Dad, Mom, don't bother fighting with this scoundrel! Let justice rule over him!" Mr. Watson held James tightly, refusing to let go. "I’m gonna beat his ass up!" "Help! Help!" Taking advantage of Mr. Watson's conversation with Ashlie, James managed to escape from the sturdy grip of Mr. Watson's hands. Mr. Watson immediately chased after him, shouting, "James! Stop right there!" Ashlie exclaimed, "Dad!" Unable to stop the infuriated Mr. Watson, Ashlie heard exclaimations coming from nearby. An uneasy feeling settled within her, and she squeezed through the crowd. "Dad, are you okay..." Watson stood at the bottom of the steps, looking bewildered. "I'm fine, but your boyfriend..." Ashlie corrected, "He's already an ex-boyfriend!" James had run too fast and suddenly tumbled down the several flights of steps, clutching his leg and writhing in pain on the ground. "Ashlie! Please save me! Your dad is going to kill me!" Ashlie covered her ears. "I'm not a doctor! And you clearly fell down by yourself!" James's face turned pale, his wails of pain continued, and Ashlie was genuinely concerned that something serious had happened to him. She dialed for emergency assistance on his behalf. "My leg is broken! Ashlie! It's all you and your dad's fault! You'll never get rid of me! Never!" Ashlie's heart sank slowly. She knew she might have gotten herself into a big trouble. Why does misfortune and disaster always swarm around her? Is it because she met the goddamn James for goddamn reason? Even her innocent father suffered greatly because of her. Ashlie looked at Watson, who had a guilty expression on his face, and felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. "It’s just a broken leg, it can be treated." In Ashlie's buzzing mind, a sacred voice soothed her restless emotions. She turned towards the sound, but all she saw was a dark figure. He was crouched beside James, examining his injuries. Compared to James, who was writhing on the ground like a mouse, this man was dressed impeccably in a suit, his black shoes shining brightly. He exuded a calm and sharp demeanor, bringing a sense of order to the chaotic scene. Who was he... That familiar figure, as if seen in a dream. An ambulance arrived quickly, and the unknown figure assisted the medical personnel in placing James into the vehicle. Mr. Watson accompanied them. Ashlie awkwardly said, "I don't want to see that guy. Dad, you go to the hospital. I'll finish things at the court and come right away." Mr. Watson sighed in relief. "Thank goodness Carlyle was there. He truly lives up to being a doctor at Bonaventure Hospital. Otherwise, that jerk James would have tried to blame me!" Just as she started to relax, she suddenly heard a name that had been apart from her life for ten years, striking a sensitive chord within Ashlie's heart. Carlyle? Carlyle Lautner? Ashlie stood frozen in place as the man who had been facing away from her slowly turned around. In Ashlie's dilated pupils, she saw a familiar yet unfamiliar face. The dazzling white light above illuminated his handsome and profound features, like a perfect model or a star on a magazine cover. His gray-green eyes resembled a lake that always swelled during the rainy season, and when Ashlie's slender figure fell into his gaze, a surge of emotions stirred within him. "Ashlie." His voice, hoarse and deep, blended into the surrounding noise but resonated clearly in Ashlie's ears. It uncontrollably brought back memories of ten years ago, during the damp and sultry rainy season in San Jose, when a teenage boy, with his lips moist from exertion, pressed against her ear and whispered, "Ashlie." The memories of her youth intertwined with the composed and seemingly unattainable man before her. He had changed significantly compared to ten years ago, but Ashlie still recognized him at first glance. He was her neighbor during high school. He was her first love. "Carlyle? You've returned to San Jose?" As soon as the words left her mouth, Ashlie felt somewhat embarrassed. Her first love had witnessed such a terrible and embarrassing scene! He maintained an elegant and composed demeanor, still seemingly a doctor at Bonaventure Hospital, while she was deeply entangled in her ex-boyfriend's despicable lawsuit. The once beautiful memories of their youth had cracked open a rift, and Ashlie wished she could kill James! Carlyle seemed surprised that she remembered him, but quickly regained his composure. "Yeah, I was transferred back last month." Ashlie apologized, feeling embarrassed. "I'm sorry you had to witness that. Did it inconvenience you in any way?" With a downcast expression, Ashlie hung her head. She was still the same as he remembered, with her cheeks adorned by the most vibrant and fragrant flower petals. Her face had a pale, yet alluring, hint of pink. She crossed her arms, a subconscious self-protective gesture. Carlyle's icy tone softened slightly as he took a few steps closer to her. "No, I was actually looking for you." His towering figure almost completely covered Ashlie's shadow. The proximity between him and Ashlie was closer than the safe distance, but he seemed oblivious, calmly gazing at the woman before him. Ashlie was puzzled. "What is it?" After waiting for what seemed like an eternity, there was no follow-up. Carlyle furrowed his brow, his face tense, his thin lips pressed into a tight line, as if he had something difficult to say. Even after all these years, his aloof, gloomy, and taciturn nature hadn't changed. It seemed as though uttering a few extra words could cost him his life. Ashlie asked him, "Carlyle? What is it?" To make an iceberg-like man reveal such a novel expression. Carlyle lowered his voice, as if afraid of scaring Ashlie away. He asked earnestly, "Can you marry me?" Ashlie was rendered speechless. "..." What was he saying? Ashlie almost thought she was hallucinating. How could it be possible? After ten years of not seeing each other, their first reunion turned out to be a marriage proposal? Oh my God! Could this be punishment for breaking up with James? So, her first love reappears just to tell her a humorous joke?