Chapter 192: Chapter 192- It’s our wedding ring（ending）
Even if the future didn’t bring them together, Marylin knew one thing for sure—during the time they were together, Karl’s love and care were real. They had touched her, moved her, and she would never regret giving her heart to him.
As for Karl, having finally embraced the woman he loved, only one thought burned in his heart—he would treasure her for the rest of his life.
When the initial fire of passion subsided, he cupped her face with both hands, kissing her gently, tenderly, as though she were the most precious thing in the world.
"Marylin..."
Her name rolled off his lips in a husky, lazy whisper, still heavy with the aftermath of desire. When she met his gaze, she heard the words that made her chest tremble—
"I love you."
Just three simple words. Yet they sank deep, breaking through every defense she had.
Marylin hooked her arms around his neck and whispered back softly, "I love you too."
Their lips met once more, sealing their promise with another kiss.
And Karl, who had just tasted her for the first time that night, couldn’t resist the temptation again the next morning. His insatiable hunger almost made Marylin late for work. But instead of exhaustion, the lingering intimacy left them both energized, glowing all day.
From that night on, Marylin found herself moving into Karl’s world. She resisted at first, but he was relentless, wearing her down until she finally agreed. They canceled their separate rentals and moved into Karl’s villa together.
In his words, "Why rent someone else’s place when my home is more comfortable?"
When Vivian heard about their cohabitation, she was utterly shocked.
"Marylin, this sounds like you’re heading straight for a flash marriage!"
Marylin immediately denied it.
"No way!"
In her mind, a relationship between a man and a woman wasn’t necessarily about marriage—it was about companionship, about intimacy. Now that Karl had what he wanted, surely he wouldn’t be in a rush to bring up marriage.
Vivian, however, shook her head in disbelief.
"I think he really intends to marry you. If he proposes, just say yes. You’re not that young anymore, and finding such a good man doesn’t happen often—"
Marylin rolled her eyes at her friend’s endless chatter. Everything was moving too fast already. Marriage? No, she needed things to slow down.
Morrison and Lilian’s wedding, on the other hand, was the very definition of grandeur. Both families had the means and the status to make it spectacular, and it was impossible for it to be anything less.
Morrison—the true power holder of the Mo family. Lilian—the jewel of Burg Eltz’s high society. Even if Lilian herself disliked such extravagant displays, she had no choice. It was the life she was born into.
The wedding became the talk of the entire city. Practically every noble family of Burg Eltz attended, alongside Morrison’s friends from abroad. The banquet tables stretched endlessly, so many that Lilian lost count.
The day passed in a blur for her. She was dazed from start to finish, caught between tears of joy and moments that left her breathless with emotion.
Her dresses—each one designed by Bert—were breathtaking. The traditional attire she wore during the procession, the ethereal white gown for the ceremony, the elegant dress for the toasts, and the evening gown for the banquet... each made her look like the most radiant bride alive.
Lilian thought to herself: if this was her life, then she was truly blessed.
But the guest list was overwhelming, and for her health, Morrison eventually sent her to the lounge to rest while he held the fort alone. Even with minimal participation, Lilian felt drained. Morrison, who carried the weight of the entire event, should have been ten times more exhausted.
Yet joy lit up his face the entire day. Not once did his smile fade.
By the time the banquet ended and the driver sent them home, Lilian was completely spent. She collapsed onto their bed, too tired to move.
Morrison had wanted her to leave earlier to rest, but Lilian insisted on staying until the end. This is our wedding, she told him. How could I leave you to face it alone?
Watching her now, sprawled on the bed, Morrison took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and moved to her side. He leaned down, gently removing the jewelry from her ears.
"Sleep if you’re tired," he murmured. His voice was soft, filled with affection.
His heart ached for her. She was pregnant, and still she had endured the entire day. But he had insisted on this wedding, insisted on making it magnificent, because he wanted the whole world to know—Lilian was his wife. His lifelong partner.
He wanted everyone to see, so that those who coveted him would finally give up. Unlike other men who hid their marriage or kept things low-profile, Morrison believed in the opposite. Publicly, openly, loudly—because that was respect. Respect for her, and for their bond.
Lilian stirred weakly, muttering, "No, I can’t sleep yet... I haven’t even washed my face."
"You don’t need to do anything. I’ll take care of it."
Smiling, Morrison unclasped the necklace at her throat, his hands gentle as he began to remove the rest of her adornments.
Lilian flushed when he said he would help her bathe. He had been even more exhausted than her today, yet after coming home, he still wanted to take care of her. The thought made her heart ache with guilt.
So she struggled to sit up.
"I’ll do it myself. You go first and rest early after."
"I’m not tired."
His calm voice left no room for argument. He took her hand, as if to remove the jewelry she was wearing. But when Morrison’s gaze fell on the ring on her finger, he stopped. Instead of taking it off, he lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a light kiss against it.
"Don’t remove this one. It’s our wedding ring."
Lilian shook her head.
"It’s too big. Wearing it feels impractical. What if I accidentally lose it?"
Her eyes fell on the diamond. She had no idea how many carats it was—only that it was massive, nearly the size of a pigeon egg. Wearing something like that, she felt she couldn’t even walk down the street safely, afraid someone might snatch it right off her hand.
Morrison, however, didn’t seem bothered.
"If you lose it, I’ll buy you another."
Lilian: "..."
Yes, she had grown up in wealth and had never lacked jewels. But that didn’t mean she could treat a diamond ring like a toy. If she really lost something like this, her heart would bleed.
So she insisted softly,
"Let me take it off, at least until after the bath."
It wasn’t practical, but she couldn’t bear to trample on his feelings either.
In the end, Morrison gave in. He slipped the ring from her finger, then reached for the zipper of her gown. Lilian’s face burned.
"I can do it—"
Morrison chuckled.
"We already have a child together. What’s there to be shy about?"
Her cheeks turned crimson as she glared at him. Yes, they had a child. But that didn’t mean she was used to him undressing her so intimately.
In the end, his persistence won. Lilian let him help her, and soon enough, he was carrying her into the bathroom.
By the time he was done fussing over her, she no longer felt sleepy at all.
Bathing together—it was impossible for either of them to stay completely calm. And with it being their wedding night, the fact that they couldn’t do anything more made the restraint all the more torturous.
Afterward, since Lilian couldn’t use a hairdryer while pregnant, Morrison patiently brought clean towels, sitting at the edge of the bed to dry her hair bit by bit. Lilian lay comfortably on her stomach, drifting off to sleep under his touch.
By the time he had finished drying her hair, the night was already deep.
Morrison turned off the lights, slipped under the covers, and pulled the sleeping woman gently into his arms.
From that moment on, he had only one wish:
That the years remain peaceful, and that the woman he loved would always stay by his side.