4- Running away with him

Days passed. Wedding day approached. Abby was frustrated, not knowing what to do. Her father came inside the bride's room. Noticing her in the same normal dress, he scolded, "What are you doing without wearing a wedding dress?"

 

He picked up the dress and handed it to her as she blankly stared at herself miserably in the mirror.

 

Taking a deep breath in, she put the wedding dress on.

 

Unfortunately, Abby's tension aroused as she was escorted to the altar and walked down the aisle.

 

Now she was standing in front of her father's chosen groom. She gave a disgusted look as soon as his sight fell on her. The priest began to read the vow.

 

Abby's mind is bewildered to go on with what is going on right now.

 

Accidentally, she glimpsed Steven standing next to her father, watching her. "What is he doing here?" She mumbled with conflict. That caught the groom's attention right away.

 

Thinking she was asking something to him, the groom smiled, "What?"

 

Abby switched her gaze to the groom and shook her head. "Nothing."

 

Spilling her sight at the random place, she immersed herself in the thoughts as the priest read the wedding ceremony.

 

"I have no choice but to accept his offer. Whether I choose him or not, he will surely make me wear that ring. Let's accept it with an offer since he's free. But his rude behaviour makes me angrier often. What to do?"

 

Seeing Duri, who smiled at her from standing in the crowd, she thought, "Will it be a shame if I run away with him?"

 

"Of course!" She answered herself and was quick to switch her glance to Steven, who looked like the right option at the right time.

 

"Let's adjust with him. It's going to be only one year." She convinced herself to inhale some courageous air. "You can, Abby. Let's do it." She encouraged herself and appeared to face anything for her desired life.

 

"Are you willing to live the rest of your life with Mr. Keylen?" The priest asked.

 

"No!" She shook her head brazenly.

 

Everyone at the wedding place is stunned except Steven. She lifted her wedding long skirt, ran down towards Steven, grasped his wrist, and pulled him rushingly to run away from there, whispering, "Let's run away!"

 

Unfortunately, Steven dodged her hand, standing steadily, causing her to get herself dragged back.

 

"I will wear your ring!" She whispered loudly.

 

He extended his arms, giving himself to her.

 

Her father was shocked.

 

Abby gripped his wrist tightly; she dragged him, running away from the marriage as the groom's brain frozen, experiencing a hard time digesting what was happening right now.

 

Duri blinked in surprise, "Steven?"

 

"Abby!" Her father shouted, chasing after them.

 

Steven and Abby hurried inside the car.

 

Spotting her father was about to catch them, she knocked his thigh, rushing him, "Start the car, fast!"

 

But she felt her right hand's index fingers get by Steven. She quickly turned to him and found him putting that ring on her finger.

 

Abby was a bit baffled seeing that loose ring fit on her finger and apprehensively peeked her eyes when that ring glowed brightly as much as it could make her vision block.

 

After that, Steven started the car, and both escaped before her father's hand reached the car door.

 

Her father sighed in frustration.

 

Abby gulped the fear and gave a horrified gaze at Steven. "Am I chosen for this?" With uncertainty, she queried him.

 

"Yes. This is why I told you not to get married."

 

"What's this ring to do with my marriage?" She voiced believing his dictation.

 

"You can't be alive after this ring is returned to its owner."

 

"What?" Abby choked up. Her shocked, wide eye fixed on Steven.

 

Half an hour later, they arrived at Steven's mansion.

 

Steven went in first, and then, exposing a weary expression, she stepped inside his house.

 

"Your father knows my address. That's why I bring you here. Take the shower upstairs; I have some things to do. Bye." Steven headed to the exit, informing her everything.

 

"One sec!" Abby blocked his way.

 

He looked at her glare, which was more like waiting for revenge.

 

"You hadn't signed the contract yet," she jogged his mind.

 

"Where is the contract paper then?" He questioned competitively.

 

She breathed out her anger, declaring, "Wait until I write it down!"

 

"No! I have s-"

 

She gave a deadliest sharp glare directly up at his eye that shuddered him slightly. "Wait. Like I accepted your ring without asking anything."

 

Steven rolled his eyes away, muttering, "Whatever!" And got seated on the sofa.

 

She sat next to him in her wedding dress, dragging the laptop to her side.

 

30 minutes later, Abby stretched the paper and pen to him.

 

Steven went through the rules that were written in the contract paper.

 

1. Part A and Part B should sleep in a separate room. If Part A's father ended up finding them, Part A and Part B should act like a real married couple until the contract ends.

 

"Okay!" He thumbs up before landing his eye on the second rule.

 

2. If Part B fails to find the ring's owner within one year of the contract, Part A can return the ring.

 

"No, no, no!" Steven showed a thumbs upside down.

 

Confusion rented her face.

 

"You can't take off this ring whenever you want. It won't." Steven threw light on her confusion.

 

"Then do I need to keep this ring until the owner comes?" Abby frustrated.

 

"Let me strike it," Steven informed her, dodging her worry carefreely, and he struck the second rule.

 

"Answer me!" Abby raged.

 

"Shh...." He hushed and declared, "I don't know either." He then read the third rule.

 

3. Part B isn't allowed to fall in love with Part A in any situation.

 

Giving a subtly narrowed eye, he interrogated, "What about Party A? Did you already fall for me?"

 

She scoffed, "Never!"

 

"You can't rule the natural feelings. What if you regret it later?" He dictated and struck that rule.

 

"Huh?" Abby was annoyed.

 

4. Party B shouldn't rule Party A to where to stay, and Party B has no right to order Party A.

 

"I strike this too!" He profounded.

 

She grasped that pen and asked, "Why?"

 

"This is my house, and you are my wife from now on. I have rights to order you, and I'm your master now."

 

"What is this nonsense?" Abby voiced aggaravated. She tried to snatch the contract paper from him before he struck every rule.

 

Unfortunately, he stood up and stretched the paper straight above his head, which Abby couldn't reach.

 

She jumped, expecting she could catch the contract. "Give me! Give it to me!" She yelled at him, madly, jumping to reach the paper as he handed his trust to his height.

 

"Give it to me!" She raised her voice at him. Her feet accidentally stomped on Steven's, causing him to fall back on the sofa. Furthermore, since her hand gripped Steven's forearm cautiously, sensing she was losing balance, she also ended up falling over him.

 

Despite that, her aim was on the contract paper only when Steven's cheek blushed right away as her boobs carried over his chest.

 

Finding her hand short to reach the contract paper, she crawled further forward over him, and expectedly, her hand caught the papers.

 

Steven's face got buried under her front shoulder and neck.

 

In the blink of an eye, her proud face turned into shock with a reddish cheek. She clenched her fist, which disclosed her anger, and she lifted her body slightly and found Steven's moisturised lips faded track on her front shoulder bone.

 

"It's your fault!" Steven blamed her.

 

She breathed angrily, glaring into his glamorously glowing eyes. The contract papers scattered on the ground, waving leisurely in the air as Steven's grip slacked slightly. His gaze was lost in her elegant, angry face.

 

"This is why you strike my third rule?" Queried Abby. She was conscious and not even a sign of embracing his inevitable handsomeness.

 

He scoffed and slid her down to the ground as soon as he received her unwavering response.

 

She dumbfoundedly ended up falling on the ground, and her elbow got scratched by the table's leg, which had been near the sofa.

 

"Ah!" She groaned, holding her elbow.

 

However, Steven strikes every other rule in the contract, signs it, and stretches that to her tears and swelling eyes.

 

She grabbed the papers and said, exposing her angrily breathing face, "I got hurt!"

 

"Where?" He asked, checking her elbow, noticing she was having trouble keeping that hand in normally.

 

"It's because of you!" She accused him without hesitation.

 

"Then let me take charge of it," he surrendered himself instantly, putting those papers away. There was no ego or any objection on his face. He held her wounded elbow with his bare hand cautiously, and then he created a plain blue flame from his palm, which eased her irritation in a flash.

 

Abby surprisingly contemplated at him, only to find his Irish were also burning with a blue flame.

 

In less than a minute, Abby acknowledged her elbow had healed. She twisted it here and there, confirming his success rate.

 

"What are you?" With unbelievable eyes, she interrogated him, who was picking up the contract paper from the sofa.

 

"I signed it." He handed the contract papers instead of answering and stood up to leave.

 

She pinched his toe and stopped him.

 

"Ouch!" He hissed in pain, frowning down at her.

 

"I'm asking, what are you?" Abby sounded authoritative.

 

"Watch your tone with your husband, dear!" He voiced an exhortation. His mentioning the word dear was a bit scary to her. So she laid back, permitting him.