Upon arriving home, Isabella started to unbuckle her seatbelt and exit the car. Worry creased her forehead. She could not shake the feeling that she had forgotten something important that evening. She was overwhelmed. That night's events had been too much for her to process. Her brain felt as if it was running on overdrive. Before she could get out of the car, a hand circled her wrist, stilling her movements. Isabella turned to find Alexander's eyes staring intensely into hers. He looked as if he wanted to say something to her. Apologies have been made, and money has been paid. What more does he want? “What?” Isabella asked. “Isabella, haven't you always dreamed of having a wedding?” Alexander felt nervous. “Let's get properly married whenever you're ready.” Alexander was bad with expressing his emotions, especially when it came to this unfamiliar feeling of his heart fluttering with affection for the first time. So, he decided to leave the choice up to Isabella. He was not a fool. The stark contrast between the current Isabella and the one from six months ago was proof enough that the terrible relationship they had had for the past two years had finally broken her spirit. She had finally accepted it and given up on them, which was why her mind was now filled with thoughts of divorce. He knew that Isabella no longer felt the same love for him. She might love his looks and his wealth, but as for him as a person, Isabella had lost all her affection. After all, her initial fondness and obsession seemed rather inexplicable. Upon realizing his blossoming feelings and Isabella's very different emotions, Alexander found himself caught in a complicated mix of joy and sorrow. It was his fault. For so long, he had lacked the patience to discover her true self, and now, it was too late for regrets. He did not know what to do. His only instinct was to hold onto Isabella tightly as she seemed ready to leave at any moment. As long as Isabella did not bring up the idea of divorce, he believed he still had a chance to salvage their relationship. It was ironic, really. His emotions have always been rather flat. He had never felt any intense feelings in his life. Yet, in that moment, he felt frozen in fear. He could not even breathe easily. Isabella's eyes widened in disbelief. Is he serious? A wedding? What is he even thinking? Although he doesn't have the so-called first crush...Wait a minute...Why didn't we have a wedding before since he never had a crush on Eleanor? I get it now! It must be because we're getting along quite well at the moment. After tonight's reunion, he probably thought he should do the right thing, so it wouldn't look bad for the heir of the Quirk family to not hold a proper wedding. Alexander hesitated. He could not deny Isabella's thoughts. Without the so-called first crush, there will not be any silly relationship drama. My husband is rich and handsome and a good man. I have a good relationship with his family. I have no reason to refuse him! But the real question is... does this mean he will be willing to sleep with me after the wedding? I don't want to live my life like a widow! The tension in the car nearly caused Alexander to choke on the air. After pondering his question for such a long time, it was shocking to hear that rather naughty question in Isabella's thoughts. Alexander could not bear to look into Isabella's eyes. He swallowed nervously, and whispered in a soft voice, “Yes... I'm willing.” Isabella's mind was in turmoil, and she did not hear him. She was lost in her own thoughts, contemplating their complicated predicament. If they really had a wedding, she would be properly married. Things would change. In her former life, she was an orphan. She had no love, no man, and no marriage. She found it difficult to even make friends because of the realities of her difficult life. If she had not gotten married in this life, she seriously doubted her ability to have any relationship at all. Isabella kept turning the matter over and over in her head. If I truly become the wife of an heir of the Quirk family, I'll be able to enjoy their endless wealth. It'll be as if I had been born with a golden spoon! I'll be much better than a two hundred million alimony monthly! Upon hearing her thoughts, Alexander felt relieved. Thank God for my net worth... He was tempted to add to her list by informing her that he even had an eight-pack. Everything she desired, he possessed. But what if my new status stops me from living my life freely? Or what if one day Alexander falls for someone else? I wouldn't mind going through another divorce drama. However, if we were to divorce after having a wedding ceremony, everyone would know that I was once Mrs. Quirk. Wouldn't that make it difficult to get remarried? A wedding... Isabella kept rambling to herself in her mind while her gaze remained unfocused. She felt as if her life was spiraling out of her control, and her first instinct was to run away. Suddenly, the hand wrapped around her wrist was gone. Alexander opened the car door and stepped out. Isabella was taken aback. Did I take too long to think? He hurried around the car. As soon as she stepped out, Alexander had already made his way to her side. He came straight up to her and pressed his hands on either side of her torso, trapping her against the car. Isabella was stunned by his sudden display of assertiveness. She stared up at him unblinkingly. Alexander steadied his uneven breathing and tried to get past the lump in his throat.He found it hard to speak. It was not pride that was stopping him, but every time he tried to express his feelings, his throat would tighten and refuse to cooperate. Will I die if speak my feelings? He realized that he had never spoken such words to a girl in his entire life. However, after hearing Isabella's inner voice, he knew he had to say something. “Isabella, if you agree to a wedding, there are certain things I must tell you first.” What on earth! I've not even agreed yet, and he's already setting ground rules! Does he expect me to perform some sort of role? Alexander's gaze intensified. He stared deeply into Isabella's eyes. “Become my wife, and nothing more. You may do whatever you wish or nothing at all if you so choose. You'll have your freedom. I don't need you to do anything for me as long as you stay happily by my side. You are yourself first, and my wife second.” Isabella was stunned. What's going on? With the way he's speaking, I would've thought he was proposing! Alexander's eyes sparkled. “We started off on the wrong foot, Isabella, and I want to start over. I may not have flowers or a ring for you, but I am proposing to you now. You know that, right?” Wait! What's going on? A proposal? Why is he acting as if he's actually in love with me? Alexander chose to ignore Isabella's thoughts. Her words ruined the romantic atmosphere he was trying to set up. Then, he finally managed to break the mental shackles holding him back from revealing his emotions. He leaned in slowly and as she watched with eyes wide with shock, pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. His throat bobbed nervously. Her skin felt cool to touch, and she smelled subtly sweet. He found it hard to pull himself away. However, beneath his arms, Isabella's body was still and tense.Alexander shifted his gaze, looking deeply into her eyes. Seeing the turmoil within them, he let a small smile tug at his lips. “Because I've fallen for you, and I want to be with you.”