Her Secret Mate

A tool to retaliate against the Fu family?

Fiona muttered to herself, and then burst into laughter. She was just a nobody. What on earth could she do? This young master of Fu family sitting in a wheelchair made her feel very flattered.

She looked him up and down. The coldness in his eyes sent shivers down people's spines. Even though Jeremy was cold towards her, he was not as intimidating as Caspar.

Thinking of just now, Jeremy took the initiative to stop the cup for her and his forehead was bleeding.

Over the years, she had rarely felt the real warmth. The moment Jeremy pulled her into his arms, she felt her world was lit up.

It was nice to have someone caring about her.

It was no longer necessary to wear the mask. So, Fiona took it off slowly.

With a hint of amazement flashed in Caspar's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. His cold voice pulled her back to reality.

"You don't believe me?" Caspar sneered, and then his face became extremely ugly, his hands clung to the wheelchair fiercely, biting his teeth with a commanded tone, "divorce him."

He wouldn't allow anyone to steal his possessions, especially that bastard.

Fiona was helpless. 'I have to divorce Jeremy and marry this moody man?'

She smiled and asked knowingly, "Mr. Caspar, you mean..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Caspar came straight to the point and expressed his feelings. "It isn't too late for you to get married to me. You just married today. I will still see you as a perfect woman. I won't look down upon you."

It was good as long as she was a virgin. Caspar had obsession with cleanliness, so he didn't allow Jeremy to trample on the things that should have belonged to him.

The present from the Ling family could only be given to him.

His face twitched, but he was determined to get it.

Fiona's heart raced. What he said was nice but actually vicious. Although she was poor and powerless, she would not allow him to trample on her.

He said he didn't look down upon her, but she didn't like him.

There was a groan of pain coming into her ear. She looked in the direction of the study, leaving Caspar behind and walking over there unconsciously.

The sound tortured her ears again and again. She couldn't help but stretch out her hand to knock at the door, and it immediately opened. She stumbled and thought she would have a close contact with the ground, but she fell on Jeremy at last.

She stood up relying on his strength. Her heart was still fluttering with fear, and she heard the deep, magnetic voice of the man, "do you care about me?"

Fiona was too angry to say anything. She didn't care about him at all. She just wanted to reward him for helping her stop the cup just now.

There were a lot of issues between them.

With a straight face, Jeremy smiled at Phil and Caspar who came after her. "Thank you for your concern, Grandpa and brother. Tonight is our wedding day. We're leaving now."

"You have to divorce her." Phil ordered. There were a lot of beautiful ladies in the entire S city. Why did he want to marry the little orphan girl?

Phil thought that after more than twenty years of living abroad, Jeremy had made a fool of himself in the upper class and got a chance to correct his mistakes.

Caspar's legs seemed no way to be healed. He couldn't let him inherit all the family business. What he could only do was to find a wife for him. The daughter of the Ling family was engaged to him before she was born. The master said that they would be happy together after marriage, and he simply agreed to the marriage. Otherwise, he would not like the Ling family.

But Jeremy didn't buy it.

"Why? I didn't marry Olivia, so I didn't take away my elder brother's wife. Grandpa, I don't agree to divorce."

Phil's face turned livid with rage and said, "I have arranged many rich young ladies for you. Such an unknown woman like her doesn't deserve to marry into our family."

He had heard of the absurd things that happened in the Ling family for a long time.

"I marry her, not you," Jeremy said righteously. He was not their puppet.

With a buzzing sound in Fiona's head, Phil's contempt fell on her eardrum. She was ashamed and indignant. Then, her hand was held by Jeremy, who said in a low voice, "let's go home." "Yes." She was deeply moved.

Home was a warm word that instantly melted her heart.

As soon as they got in the car, Fiona pushed his hand away and kept a distance from the man, who chuckled in a low voice.

"What are you laughing at?" Didn't it hurt enough? She got the marriage certificate with him without any notice and was kept in the dark, which made her in a very bad mood.

She asked him, "why do you want to marry me?"

It was her, not Olivia.

She had been dizzy and didn't pay attention to anything in the villa just now. It was not until she had arrived at Phil's house that she realized what had happened. "You guess." Jeremy said deliberately, trying to tantalize her.

"Jeremy, tell me."

"I'm telling you, but you have to pay the price." He held her in his arms with one hand and said, "how beautiful you are without the mask!"

As she was trying to struggle out of his embrace, Fiona heard the man's low groan.

"You... Did I touch your wound?" After all, he got hurt because of her. No, she didn't care about this playboy. She was just grateful.

Jeremy squinted his eyes and said indifferently, "it doesn't matter, and we can't waste the meaningful wedding night."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐