Chapter 178: Chapter 178- as soon as possible
He silently swore to himself that from now on, he would never do anything that could make her misunderstand him or feel insecure. He would cherish her properly.
All this time, it had been his fault—not hers. He hadn’t given her enough confidence or a sense of safety to believe that she could handle this relationship... that she could handle him.
Finally, the car pulled up outside Morrison’s residence. At this point, Lilian had no choice but to get out, her face still cold and small as she followed him inside.
Once inside, she sank onto the sofa, and Morrison immediately sat beside her, holding out his phone.
"I’ve already uninstalled them. From now on, I won’t use any of those apps!"
Lilian glanced at him, snorted coldly, and turned her face away—clearly still upset.
Morrison felt like he wanted to rip his own heart out and show it to her.
"I really only tapped them by accident..."
After all these years navigating the business world, almost nothing could stump Morrison. Yet in this moment, he had no idea how to explain himself.
He sighed. Since this messy, complicated relationship with her had begun, there had been no more carefree life for him—only being completely ensnared by her.
Even he found it hard to believe that he had fallen so completely for a girl who came from a world so different from his own. Once he fell, there was no climbing back out.
This—this must be love. Always unexpected, always overwhelming, and always making you ache for it.
He reached out, pulling her slender body firmly into his arms. Ignoring her struggles, he murmured softly, tinged with helplessness,
"I’ve already given you everything I own... why don’t you believe me?"
"Do I have to give you my life too for you to trust me?"
Lilian had been struggling against his embrace, but at his words—talking about giving her his life—she froze and glared at him.
"Who wants your life?"
Morrison lowered his gaze, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
"If this continues, it really will cost me my life."
Lilian bit her lip, silent, as his deep, steady voice sounded close to her ear.
"Lilian... I love you—"
"Ever since you came back to me, I haven’t thought of anyone else. I’ve never treated this lightly, never taken it as some fleeting game. I just want to be with you properly, to love you properly, to enjoy life properly... to have children together, to live the most ordinary, peaceful days."
Morrison had once thought he despised the mundane routines of married life, and at one point had even feared it. But he realized... when those ordinary days are spent with the one you love, every single day becomes something to look forward to.
Lilian hadn’t yet opened her mouth to respond—his lips found hers first, silencing every word she had been about to say.
In truth, her earlier outburst had only been a moment of losing control in the heat of anger—and that anger had only existed because she cared so deeply.
If she hadn’t trusted him, she wouldn’t have come back to him without hesitation.
Now, after the first waves of anger had passed, reason slowly returned. Especially after thinking about the fact that he was willing to give her everything he had, she finally felt a sense of relief and calm.
The passion that follows a reconciliation after an argument always seemed more intense than usual.
People often said that couples or married pairs who never fight rarely last. In some ways, it was true. Every argument, big or small, forced them to confront certain issues between them. And after the quarrel, those issues would slowly be addressed.
Take Lilian and Morrison’s recent little spat, for example. Morrison felt he hadn’t done well enough, shouldn’t have created circumstances for Lilian to misinterpret. And Lilian realized that her own lack of confidence in the relationship had led her to act impulsively and recklessly.
She should trust him, and she should dismiss any other woman who appeared around him.
After all, she was young, beautiful, and came from a good family. With her looks, talent, and status, she could very well embody what Bert had once called a queen—confident and commanding—ready to manage both love and marriage with ease.
Because both had pent-up emotions to release, their entangled kisses on the sofa drew on every ounce of their energy. The morning’s mountain climb had already left them exhausted, but Morrison’s demands in bed left Lilian utterly spent—she could barely move afterward.
While still half-asleep, Tiffany called, reporting that the Lord had already picked three possible wedding dates for her to choose from. Lilian, still groggy, thought the Lord was far too eager—was he really in such a hurry to see her married?
The three dates Tiffany mentioned were: two months later, six months later, and one year later.
Lilian had been leaning toward the six-month option. But Morrison would have none of it—he wanted nothing more than to get married immediately. The moment Lilian mentioned her preference for six months later, he flipped her beneath him and began kissing her again.
Lilian tilted her head, trying to dodge him.
"What are you doing?"
Morrison left a mark on her pale neck and let out a low, possessive growl.
"What do you think I’m doing?"
Lilian knew perfectly well what he meant but pretended not to understand, just to tease him.
"I’m not you. How would I know what’s on your mind if you don’t tell me?"
Morrison pressed into her soft waist, holding her tight.
"I want to marry you right now. So... don’t you think the date two months from now would be better?"
Lilian giggled.
"But I think the six-month date is better."
Morrison’s expression darkened, yet there was nothing he could do to change her mind. So he continued, trailing kisses down her body, making her gasp and squirm.
"Let go—stop it—"
He rose from her, his dark eyes heavy with intent.
"To get married as soon as possible, I’ve decided I’m going to make you pregnant, and then you won’t have a choice but to marry me."
Lilian, "..."
Before she could even react, he surged forward, moving with an unrelenting intensity. Lilian stifled a moan as her body trembled in rhythm with him.