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Megan's POV

Realizing how ambiguous their position was, my cheeks suddenly turned red and I pulled away from the man's embrace in panic. Somewhat embarrassed, I explained in a low voice, "No, my legs are numb."

"Hmm."

Bertrand answered, and then a soft laugh came from his mouth. Don't know whether he believes the excuse I made or not.

His voice was soft and low, which had a calming effect. I felt as if my heart had been messed with. I feel so tickled.

I rubbed my ears, then asked out of curiosity, "Why are you here?"

Bertrand answered still with the same expression, "Just passing by by chance."

Seeing the poor little creature drenched in rain on the side of the road, Bertrand felt that I was like a cat abandoned by its owner, helpless and suffering. I nodded in understanding, not knowing what else to say after that.

I just found out about my fiancé's betrayal and am physically and mentally exhausted. I just wanted to find a place to calm down.

Bertrand looked at me, then asked, "Want revenge?"

"What?”

I looked at him in confusion, not understanding the meaning of the man's words. Bertrand seemed to read the doubt in my eyes, so asked patiently, "Joe betrayed you, are you going to just let it go?"

My facial expression suddenly changed and the expression became alert. "How do you know about this?"

If Bertrand knows, do the other members of the Hardwin Family know too?

If that were the case, all the harsh words I said in front of Joe and Ariana would be a joke.

Bertrand answered, "Didn't you leaving the hotel and ending up in a state like this explain everything?"

I was silent, then I realized. Realizing that I had misunderstood Bertrand, I immediately apologized, "Thank you, Uncle. But I will solve it myself."

How could I just accept Betrand's help like that? Apart from that, Bertrand is also part of the Hardwin Family.

However, I want nothing more to do with Joe and his family.

Bertrand smiled faintly and answered without haste, "I'm helping you with a condition. How about you listen first."

"What conditions?"

"I need a wife." He answered briefly.

I almost thought he was hallucinating. It took him a long time to answer Betrand's words. "Uncle, you're not kidding, right?"

A Bertrand need a wife? If he wanted, there would be many women willing to be his wife. Don't tell me Bertrand just wants to tease me.

Bertrand replied, "Do I look like I'm joking?"

I shook my head. Previously, I had heard many rumors about Bertrand before. His character is firm, not easy to approach, and not close to women. With Betrand's status and position, he didn't need to waste time joking with him here.

"Then why are you...."

"My mother keeps urging me to get married. I also need someone to be my shield. If you agree, I can help you break off your engagement to Joe."

I was shocked, tilted my head in disbelief, and looked at him. Bertrand held an umbrella in his hand to protect my body from the rain.

The faint light from the sidewalk radiated. The man's face was half exposed to light and half hidden in darkness, adding a touch of mystery to his figure.

A wonderful man like this is really much better than that bastard Joe!

However, my sanity is still intact. So, I asked suspiciously, "Why me?"

With Betrand's strength, power, and handsome face, he only needs to snap his fingers if he wants a woman. Why did this man choose me?

I don't believe in luck that comes magically. Even if there was, that luck would never happen to him.

Bertrand explained, "Because I need someone who is aware of his status and can achieve the same benefits as me. You fit my criteria."

"But ...."

While I was hesitating, Bertrand suddenly bowed. A low and seductive voice sounded in my ears.

"Don't you want Joe to call you ‘Auntie’? Besides, by marrying me, Ariana won't be able to be part of the Hardwin Family for the rest of her life."

My eyes immediately lit up and my heart slowly began to be persuaded.

If I marry Bertrand, Joe will call me Auntie. A picture like that makes me happy just thinking about it!

I stole a glance at Bertrand, and a trace of regret appeared in the bottom of my eyes. Rumor has it that Bertrand is thirty years old and doesn't even have a single woman by his side. This happened either because Bertrand liked men or had a hidden illness.

Now, it seems the rumors are true. No wonder he looked for me to hold this kind of wedding.

After a moment of contemplation, I asked in a choked voice, "Uncle, Grandma Marsha definitely won't agree."

Before officially breaking off the engagement, I was still Joe's fiancee.

If I marry Bertrand, maybe there will be inappropriate gossip spreading out there. Compared to my worries, Bertrand acted very calm and didn't even frown.

"Don't worry! I will take care of this matter."

Hearing Betrand's promise, my worries completely disappeared. Then, I answered firmly, "Okay, let's do it!"

"Then let's go."

The corners of Betrand's lips lifted upwards into a faint smile. He lowered his head to hide the gloomy twinkle surging under his eyes, then opened the rear car door.

He put his hand on the car, making sure that I wouldn't hit my head.

His actions were very polite and considerate as if he was treating a beloved lover. I was shocked by my own thoughts, making my cheeks slightly red. Then, he rushed into the car.

It was hot inside the car, but I felt shuddering.

I hugged my arms and leaned back in the chair, eager to curl up my body. Then, suddenly a towel was handed to me, accompanied by Betrand's voice, "Use it. Don't get sick."

I thanked him and immediately took it to wipe my wet hair. The atmosphere in the car felt very quiet and strange, only the sound of my hair rubbing against the towel could be heard.

Feeling uncomfortable, I cleared my throat and asked calmly, "Shall we go register our marriage right now?"

Bertrand turned his head and looked at him with a meaningful expression. "Not a bad idea. But do you want to go there looking like now?"

I followed Betrand's gaze, only to realize that he was currently soaking wet and messy. My cheeks turned red, I felt like looking for a gap to hide my cum. I almost forgot that I was drenched in the rain.

The white shirt I was wearing stuck to my skin because of the rain, even the color of my underwear was clearly visible. With an appearance like this, it was really not suitable for them to go to register their marriage.

Moreover, my tone of voice just now showed impatience, as if I was in a hurry to marry Bertrand.

Could it be that the man misunderstood? I looked at him carefully. When I saw Betrand's flat face, I could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

The assistant driving the car, Evan, glanced through the rearview mirror at the back seat and took a deep breath. His superior's attitude was very abnormal and immediately overturned Evan's current assessment of him. In fact, they had been waiting outside the hotel all afternoon.

Initially, he followed Bertrand to discuss cooperation. But in the end, before they even got out of the car, they met Joe and my half-sister, Ariana, entering the hotel together.

Bertrand immediately ordered him to send a message anonymously to me and asked me to go to the hotel to catch the two of them. Initially, he didn't quite understand why his master wanted to catch his own nephew red-handed. At that moment, he finally understood that his nephew was not much more important than his wife!

No wonder this master always looked at me with a strange look before. Now that I think about it, it all makes sense.

This master apparently likes me. No... you could say that his liking for him is quite deep.