His Beloved Mate

Maggie committed suicide by jumping off a building. Her appearance was hurt badly.

With his trembling hands, Cassie uncovered the cloth covering the ice coffin.

The make-up artist in the funeral home had already made up for Maggie, and she looked as if she had fallen asleep peacefully.

Compared with the heartbreaking cries in the next hall, Cassie's quietness was more mournful.

She lowered her head, tears streaming down.

Her throat was sore. She wanted to say a lot, but now she couldn't say a word.

Noticing the tears on Cassie's eyelashes, Dylan felt his heart softened.

He quietly handed the handkerchief to her from the pocket of his suit, and inexplicably reached out to hold her shoulder in his arms. "Auntie is in the heaven, and she won't want to see you like this."

Cassie took his handkerchief and wiped her tears. Winter was cold. There was no air conditioner in the funeral home. The cold wind poured into the room, and her nose was slightly red.

After wiping off the tears, Cassie turned around and said, "Please cremate her."

Dylan waved his hand, and then someone went to do it. The cemetery was located in the suburb. The European style black iron fence door was opened. There were all kinds of small graves and evergreen shrubs on both sides of the tomb.

Standing in front of the tomb, Cassie couldn't help choking, she burned incense and placed some offerings. She said softly, "Mom, why don't you wait for me to come back... You was fine when I left, but when I came back, you became a narrow tomb."

Seeing Cassie's' pale face, Dylan didn't know how to comfort her. He wanted to comfort her, but he said, "Don't forget what I said."

"You can cry, but don't be so desperate."

Watching the joss sticks in front of her gradually turn into ashes, Cassie stood up and wiped her tears. She smiled and said to Dylan, "Let's go."

"Are you really not sad anymore?", Dylan was surprised by her.

Cassie nodded and said, "Sometimes, sadness doesn't have to be shown on face. It's enough to keep it in mind. Besides, didn't you just say that I couldn't cry desperately?"

The corners of Dylan's mouth lifted slightly. He seemed to be satisfied with her answer.

and walked forward. Cassie said, "You don't have

"I'm afraid

are afraid of media, why did you marry me so

you say? " Dylan turned around and gave her a sharp look.

her senses and looked at

completed the marriage procedures smoothly. The staff who was going through the formalities looked at the expressionless face

Cassie's answer was, "Yes, I

walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, she took out the red marriage certificate and looked at it. She was somewhat incredulous to

turned around and went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to flash marry a

true. You don't have

senses, and the corners of her eyes

of marriage for the time being," said Dylan.

head

with a look of seeing an intellectual disabilities person, "Do you want others

out, "Isn't

at her and she shut her mouth

a long time for the media to make groundless accusations based on those photos. Then we can find a proper time to spread the news so that people

are going to make a

"Sort of."

hand, Dylan said,

his words. Then they got into the

700, 000, 000. There was no other reason for him to choose this place. He

be seen within five kilometers. Then Cassie asked Dylan, "It's a waste to spend time on the road every day. Aren't business elites like

expect her to say so. He glanced at Cassie and said lightly, "I have a residence in

and often flew around on business. It

"……"

wrong. She was not supposed to worry that

Afraid of

said slowly, "But don't worry. Since we're married, I'll

at him and shouted in her heart, 'I'm

up. It seemed that her bad mood during this period of time all disappeared

door opened automatically.