Chapter 4 We Like the Excitement PART 1

Cordelia rubbed her aching knees. It was freezing last night. She intended to warm herself at the foot of the bed and somehow ended up on his legs. Just then, the door swung open, and Archibald witnessed Cordelia being kicked off the bed. "Damn it, who said you could treat your wife like this? You deserve a lonely old age," he snapped. Benedict furrowed his brows, observing the woman in pain. His handsome face showed little emotion. "She insisted on staying here herself." Cordelia got up, her grandfather backing her up. She defended herself in a low voice. "You refused to marry me officially and made me use a fake marriage certificate to deceive Mr. Archibald." Upon hearing this, Archibald's eyes widened with anger. "I knew you wouldn't be obedient. Today, I'll personally witness you getting the marriage license." Benedict's face darkened, and his gaze, like a razor-sharp deduction, fell on the woman's delicate face, as if he could devour her whole. Cordelia craned her neck, blinking innocent eyes, aware she angered him, but she had no choice for the license. "Cordelia, go to the restaurant on the third floor and grab something to eat. Benedict and I need to talk," Archibald said kindly. "Sure, Mr. Archibald." Cordelia, dressed in a loose hoodie and pink jeans, showcasing her long, fair legs, with high socks and small shoes. Her messy hair was tied into a bun, giving her a cute and innocent look. Benedict's gaze was intense, his jaw tightened. "Why do I have to marry a woman who looks like a child?" Archibald, serious, said, "When I had an accident, Cordelia's mother saved my life. She asked for nothing in return. When she approached me later, she had changed a lot. She wanted me to promise a union between our families to repay her kindness, and I agreed." "Cordelia resembles her mother and is a kind-hearted young lady. Benedict, your life is bound by many rules. I hope to have a simple and kind person accompany you for the rest of your life." "As long as you get married, I'm willing to give you ten percent of the shares, making you the largest shareholder." Benedict's eyes focused with a glint. There was almost no hesitation. "Okay." Downstairs, Cordelia finished breakfast, and Richard informed her that Benedict was waiting for her in the car. Wiping her mouth and tidying up, she followed Richard out of the hotel. Cordelia got into the back seat, and as the door closed, Benedict's tall figure emitted a cold and oppressive aura, even colder than the air emitting from last night's air conditioning. Though she didn't know what Archibald and she discussed, judging from her appearance, she must have accepted the fact of getting married. Cordelia glanced at Benedict, her petite and delicate face resembling a white cat, blinked, and asked, "Mr. Radcliffe, haven't you had breakfast? Please have this." She took out the half-eaten bread from her pocket, specially packed in a bag for him. Benedict squinted, never eating packed food and despising bread even more. The innocent gaze of this petite woman seemed to be a warm sunbeam in Benedict's eyes, and his heart seemed to be struck, though he couldn't describe the feeling. Benedict snorted and turned his gaze away. Cordelia sensibly took the bag back. If he didn't want it, she'd eat it herself. Soon, they arrived at the city hall.