All Chapters of Young Bride in a Lightning Marriage: Never Tired of Mr. Leon’s Love: Chapter 921 - Chapter 930

Lucy gazed at her children, her eyes filled with maternal love. It seemed as though she had suddenly grown up a lot, transforming from a girl into a woman. A girl was innocent and carefree, often acting on impulse; a woman was mature, composed, and deeply responsible. This was the difference between the two, and it was a process every mother had to go through. It was not that everyone had to become mature and steady, transforming like a butterfly. However, when the need arose, you had to hold yourself together and shoulder the responsibilities you had to bear.Lucy was a romantic and carefree girl, but she was willing to mature a little for the sake of love and her children, which deeply moved Matthew. When he first met her, she was still so free-spirited and adorable. Now, as his wife, her demeanor had improved a lot.The children slowly got out of the water. Johnny, their son, was coaxed out with a toy, while their daughter, Lila, was lured out with a bite of food.Maria, a wo

Matthew and Lucy walked arm-in-arm to see the Golden Retrievers. The store clerk guided them to the area where the puppies were kept. This section housed the larger dogs.There was a husky barking at them, and Lucy's heart melted once again. She pulled Matthew over to the husky, which was very clever. Seeing potential owners, it began showing off its tricks, sticking out its tongue in a playful manner.Lucy handed the kitten to Matthew and started playing with the husky. Matthew knew that Lucy would take her time looking at the dogs again. He mentally prepared himself to wait an hour, knowing he had no choice—it was his wife, after all.Huskies were notorious for being destructive, which could be traced back to their ancestors, who had to pull sleds daily, so they were naturally restless. When no one played with them, they tended to chew on things. Some people found their 'intelligent' expressions amusing.Golden Retrievers, on the other hand, were very gentle and posed no harm to

In an old neighborhood, some women were fetching water and washing clothes, some were starting fires to cook, and others were chanting prayers.The morning was always accompanied by a cool breeze, waking people from their dreams. The sky would become lively with colors before the sun rose.Magpies sang on the treetops, and fish and shrimp played in the stream. Slowly, the sun rose from the east.All the anticipation came to fruition at that moment, as the sunlight painted the mountain tops with golden hues, creating a perfect picture against the blue sky.Charlotte was silently chanting in the monastery. She was dressed in gray-blue plain clothes and wore a hat of the same color. Her world seemed to have become dull.In the distance, the sound of the bell rang, reminding everyone that the day was about to begin.Beside Charlotte were some nuns. They seemed to have gotten used to this peaceful and uneventful life without competition. They focused solely on their faith every day.

Charlotte was still engrossed in the sight of the drop of blood when suddenly, the door opened, and in walked Joan.She was carrying a basket and approached Charlotte with a smile.Charlotte was a bit at a loss, unsure of Joan's intentions and whether her arrival was friendly or hostile.Joan, still smiling, walked over slowly, carrying food. If someone did not know better, they might think the two had been friends for years.Charlotte kept her head down, quietly stringing her prayer beads as if no one had entered."I brought you some food. Aren't you going to say anything?" Joan joked as she opened the lunch box.Charlotte looked at her without speaking. In this monastery, very few people would treat her well. It was all about scheming and competition.Charlotte knew that if she ate the food, it could lead to various problems, so she simply ignored Joan.Knowing Charlotte would react this way, Joan served herself a plate and started eating.Charlotte paid no attention to her,

"They've caught colds, so it's your turn!" the head of the monastery said coldly. Her eyes seemed to be saying, "You must recite today."Charlotte felt helpless. Everyone was watching her. If she refused, it would be seen as a sign of disrespect to the head of the monastery, making her life in the monastery even harder. However, if she recited, her sore throat would hurt even more. She had no choice but to push through.Charlotte picked up the scripture book, only to be reprimanded by the head of the monastery again."Recite it from memory. Don't look at the book. If you don't do it well, you won't be able to eat."'Fine, I'll endure it. You old hag, just wait! When I get out of here, I'll sew your mouth shut and see if you can keep up that tough talk,' Charlotte thought to herself.Once a noble princess, she had now fallen to the point of reciting scriptures in a monastery. Anyone would find it laughable.Swallowing her humiliation, Charlotte recited the scripture she had long m