Chapter 2: Marry Me, I’ll Raise You
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Chapter 2:
Pain.
A splitting headache.
In a daze, she thought she heard a pleasant voice.
She felt a sharp pain in her ankle. That was Beatrice initial sensation upon waking up.
Suddenly, Beatrice seemed to catch sight of a man, but the sudden brightness forced her to close her eyes again.
Recalling the frightening scene before, Beatrice was still shaken. She had almost believed they were about to have a car accident, but then the two cars collided, and miraculously, she was unharmed…
“Where am I?” Beatrice inquired.
“At the hospital!” A low, magnetic voice reached Beatrice ears.
She couldn’t resist opening her eyes. Against the light, she saw a man in an army green uniform. It had to be said that this man was exceptionally handsome.
His striking appearance, poised demeanor, calm disposition, and his voice, as melodic as a cello, all held an enchanting allure. It was as if everything around him existed to highlight his presence.
Beatrice suddenly remembered what her well-meaning but naïve best friend had told her.
In this life, never marry a soldier!
Marrying a soldier was like becoming a widow, rarely seeing each other, and having to remain loyal. Moreover, soldiers were often considered uninteresting…
The man’s deep gaze also locked onto Bestrice. He had fair skin, a shapely nose, and slightly parted, warm, full lips.
When she felt his scrutiny, Beatrice raised her eyes.
Their gazes met in an instant.
“Did you crash into me?” Beatrice asked him.
The man remained silent for two seconds. “Yes.”
“How do you plan to compensate me?” Beatrice continued to scrutinize the man.
“Your conditions,” he replied, still somewhat stunned.
“I’m not short of money!”
The door suddenly swung open, and a woman entered, grasping Beatrice hand and examining it thoroughly.
“Are you alright?”
Beatrice recalled the phone call she had overheard. She had asked her friend, Cleofe, to come. Her eyes welled up as she looked at the friend she had grown up with. “Cleofe! I’m fine!”
“Speak! What do you want?” The man remained indifferent.
“Did you collide with my Beatrice? If I hadn’t called you, that person might have fled.” Cleofe turned and cast a careful eye over the man in the room.
Beatrice pulled Cleofe closer and, seizing the opportunity while her friend was distracted, turned to the man and uttered, “Marry me!”
“Beatrice, has something happened to your brain?” Cleofe snapped back to reality, pointing at the man in the room and raising her voice. “Did he deceive you? Are you seriously considering marrying him?”
“Although he’s handsome… You can’t be deceived by appearances!” Cleofe would never admit it, but she had also been taken aback when she saw this person.
There was an air of bewilderment in the room. Beatrice raised her eyes and locked gazes with the man, a sense of inexplicable fluster overwhelming her.
Beatrice collected herself. “Cleofe, trust me!”
Cleofe reluctantly yielded to her best friend’s insistence.
Beatrice turned to face the man. “Marry me, and I will support you!”
Before the man could respond, Cleofe frowned once more. “Beatrice, is your judgment impaired? Don’t forget, you have only three days left until your wedding! And it’s with your beloved David. Did he threaten you? I’ll call the police!”
However, neither of them paid the slightest attention to Cleofe protests.
The man was taken aback and asked, “Are you sure?”
Without hesitation, Beatrice met his eyes. “I’m sure.”
“Alright, wait for me…”
The man left with a firm resolve, exiting the room and leaving behind a tall, imposing silhouette.
“I… this…” Cleofe felt as if she were being ignored as she remained seated. “Beatrice, who is he?”
“I don’t know!” Beatrice raised her hands in surrender.
“What?” Cleofe was bewildered. “You don’t know who he is, yet you want to marry him? Do you realize that the person you’re planning to marry is David!”
“You’re right,” Beatrice helplessly admitted without elaborating.
Facing Cleofe baffled expression, Beatrice stated directly, “I was cheated on!”
“A white lotus?” Beatrice didn’t deny it and simply nodded. White Lotus was Cleofe term for her so-called cousin. Cleofe had warned her to be cautious of Margarette, but she had chosen to believe David…
Now, in hindsight, it all seemed absurdly foolish!
“He dared to cheat! I’m going to confront them and make them pay for it!” With that declaration, Cleofe stood up, grabbing her bag.
“Cleofe!” Beatrice halted her.
“My goodness! At a time like this, you’re not thinking of forgiving them and letting them be together, are you?” Cleofe was fuming. The anger on her face was like a blazing fire.
“Cleofe, I want to handle this myself!”
Beatrice reassured her with a smile.
This matter was definitely more complicated than it appeared. However, she didn’t want her straightforward friend, Cleofe, to know this. She had a strong feeling that the car was meant for her…
Since she hadn’t been killed this time, she was determined to make the other party pay a similar price…
“But you can’t just marry someone you don’t know! He’s a soldier!”
Of course, Beatrice knew that Cleofe had a cheerful temperament. She would certainly not be content with marrying a soldier. But Beatrice was different. She tugged at Cleofe and looked into her eyes. “Military marriages are unbreakable.”
On the other side, the man who had just left the ward was walking down the hospital corridor, accompanied by a well-built man.
“The other driver was pronounced dead on the way to the hospital,” the man reported, his head lowered. “He had a criminal record and was just released. The inspection report indicates drunk driving.”
After receiving the report from the man, the man’s gaze lingered for a moment.
“Go back to the base first.”
As he recalled Beatrice fainting in his arms, an inexplicable smile curved on the man’s lips.
“Now?”
The man didn’t respond, but the other man seemed to understand.
With that, the two walked toward the hospital elevator.
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