<div> Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Marriage
 Vivian Quinn: "..."
 "Sir, are you blind? Can’t you see I have a limp?"
 "I’m disabled, you have a limp. We’re a match made in heaven."
 Vivian Quinn: "..."
 ’Is there something seriously wrong with this guy’s head?’
 Vivian Quinn brushed the hair from her left cheek, revealing a hideous, ugly scar. "See this? I’m hideous. We’re not a good match."
 "You’re ugly, I’m handsome. We complement each other perfectly."
 Vivian Quinn: "..."
 The corner of Vivian Quinn’s mouth twitched. Her gaze drifted downward, scanning a place she shouldn’t, and she muttered under her breath, "There’s nothing wrong with him in *that* department, either. So why would he be willing to marry someone like me...?"
 Jett Sterling’s eyes darkened, and a faint smile appeared on his sinfully handsome face. "It seems I did manage to satisfy my wife last night."
 Vivian Quinn: "..."
 "Don’t you go calling me that! Who said I was your wife?" Vivian Quinn couldn’t be bothered to waste any more words on him. "I have things to do, so I’ll be leaving. Let’s go our separate ways and never see each other again."
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 </div> Jett Sterling instinctively reached out and grabbed her wrist, but the next second, a sharp pain shot through his neck, and he passed out.
 Vivian Quinn flexed her wrist and sneered, "Marry me? In your next life!"
 Vivian Quinn climbed out of the second-floor window, intending to sneak away, only to discover... she was on a small island!
 ’How was she supposed to escape from this?’
 While she was still stunned, she heard a panicked cry. "Master Sterling, what’s wrong? Someone, come quickly! Master Sterling has fainted!"
 Vivian Quinn broke into a run.
 She ran to the shore. Aethelgard was just across the water, probably about two kilometers away, but the only way to get there was by boat.
 Several speedboats were moored at the shore, but they were guarded, and besides, she didn’t know how to operate one.
 Just as she was wondering what to do, she heard footsteps behind her. Several bodyguards rushed over. "Miss Quinn, please come back with us."
 Vivian Quinn was practically dragged back to the room, where another doctor was examining Jett Sterling.
 Easton Rivers had a worried look on his face. "How is Master Sterling?"
 "He was struck on the back of the neck and knocked unconscious. Whoever did it was ruthless."
 Vivian Quinn: "..."
 Easton Rivers shot Vivian Quinn a look that screamed ’You’re dead meat’. "Take her away and keep a close eye on her. We’ll wait for Master Sterling to wake up before deciding her fate."
 "Yes, sir."
 Outnumbered, Vivian Quinn decided she might as well give up struggling. ’Might as well get some rest and conserve my energy for now,’ she thought.
 The man last night had been too rough, taking her again and again. She was lucky she hadn’t died in that coffin.
 Vivian Quinn collapsed onto the bed, so exhausted she fell asleep in seconds.
 She didn’t know how much time had passed, but in her daze, she felt a cool sensation somewhere...
 Her eyes shot open. She saw that her legs were spread apart, and the man in the wheelchair was intently applying medicine to her!
 Vivian Quinn’s face flushed red to the tips of her ears. She hastily pulled the blanket over herself. "You pervert!"
 "You’re injured. I’m applying some ointment," the man explained calmly.
 "You shut up!" Vivian Quinn’s face grew even redder. "I don’t need you to put anything on me!"
 Jett Sterling slowly put the ointment away. "You knocked me unconscious, and I haven’t even settled the score with you for that, yet you’re the one throwing a tantrum."
 Vivian Quinn: "..."
 The atmosphere suddenly grew dangerous.
 Her instincts told her that the man before her was not to be trifled with.
 "At most... I’ll apologize." Able to bend and stretch, Vivian Quinn immediately backed down, sticking her head out. "Go on."
 "Do what?"
 "Let you hit me back."
 Jett Sterling couldn’t help but raise his hand and ruffle her hair. "Relax. I don’t have a tendency for domestic violence."
 Vivian Quinn: "..."
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 </div> ’Domestic violence?’
 ’Why did that brutal phrase sound strangely intimate coming from his lips?’
 ’And his tone was also surprisingly gentle.’
 ’She had to admit, the man was gorgeous, and his voice was her favorite kind—a deep, rich baritone. His voice just now was so good it could make her ears pregnant!’
 ’But she absolutely would not be swayed!’
 Vivian Quinn gathered her thoughts and said with a serious expression, "Sir, just because I’m not holding last night against you doesn’t mean you can push your luck and lock me up here. Send me back right now, or don’t blame me for what happens next!"
 "I’m warning you, I have a fiancé, and he’s a very powerful man!"
 Jett Sterling’s face instantly turned cold. "You are my woman now. From this moment on, you’d best make a clean break with your so-called fiancé. Otherwise, don’t blame *me* for what happens next."
 Vivian Quinn froze. Though the man before her was in a wheelchair, his aura was exceptionally powerful.
 He wasn’t even angry, yet he sent a chill down her spine.
 It wasn’t that she was sheltered, but this was the first time she had been so intimidated by someone’s presence alone.
 ’Could my luck get any worse? How did I end up provoking a living Yama!’
 Vivian Quinn collected her thoughts and said, "Sir, I really do have a fiancé, and I’m getting engaged the day after tomorrow. Please let me go."
 "I told you, you are my woman. My woman cannot marry another man."
 "Why can’t you understand plain language? I have a fiancé, I’m about to get engaged to him! What happened between us was just an accident. I’m asking you to forget about it!"
 Jett Sterling grabbed her wrist and, with a sharp tug, forced her closer to him.
 They were only a fist’s-width apart, and Vivian Quinn could clearly see her own face reflected in his eyes.
 "I will say this one last time," Jett Sterling declared, enunciating each word. "You are mine. If you are to marry, you will marry only me. Do you understand?"
 A shiver of fear ran through Vivian Quinn, and she stared at him in terror.
 Jett Sterling released her and wheeled his chair away.
 Vivian Quinn was so angry her stomach cramped. She flopped weakly onto the bed, frantically wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.
 Her phone was gone, so she couldn’t even make a call. Who knows what kind of trouble Rachel Quinn was stirring up out there, and Austin Grant must be worried sick that he couldn’t find her!
 Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Vivian Quinn ignored it, but it was soon pushed open.
 "Miss Quinn," a maid’s voice called out. "Master Sterling sent me to bring you something to eat."
 Vivian Quinn quickly sat up. "Can I borrow your phone for a second?"
 "I’m sorry, I don’t have a phone on me."
 "How is that possible? Who doesn’t carry a phone these days?"
 "It’s true. You can search me if you don’t believe me."
 Vivian Quinn suddenly realized something. "It was that Master Sterling guy, wasn’t it? He’s the one who won’t let you carry a phone, right? It’s illegal for him to imprison me, and you’re an accomplice!"
 "Miss Quinn, please eat. I’ll be leaving now." The maid set down the tray and fled.
 Vivian Quinn was about to die from anger, but she knew that in times like these, she needed to calm down and figure out a way to leave.
 The most pressing matter was to fill her stomach first.
 She hadn’t eaten for a whole day and night, since last evening. She was so hungry her stomach felt like it was stuck to her spine.
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 </div> Vivian Quinn pushed her exhausted body out of bed and went to the table to eat.
 The maid had prepared a lot of food, all of it light and nourishing.
 After eating and drinking her fill, Vivian Quinn opened the window to observe. That bastard really was a dog; he’d even posted bodyguards to watch the shore in the middle of the night!
 She was too tired and had no strength to escape now. She could only rest first and wait until she’d recovered before trying to find a way out.
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 「The next morning.」
 Vivian Quinn slowly stirred awake.
 She opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was an incomparably handsome face.
 "Ah!" Vivian Quinn cried out, shooting upright and nervously pulling the blanket around herself. "Are you trying to scare me to death?"
 Jett Sterling commanded, "Get up."
 "Why?"
 "We’re going to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register our marriage."</div>
 

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Chapter 2: Marriage

Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Marriage Vivian Quinn: "..." "Sir, are you blind? Can’t you see I have a limp?" "I’m disabled, you have a limp. We’re a match made in heaven." Vivian Quinn: "..." ’Is there something seriously wrong with this guy’s head?’ Vivian Quinn brushed the hair from her left cheek, revealing a hideous, ugly scar. "See this? I’m hideous. We’re not a good match." "You’re ugly, I’m handsome. We complement each other perfectly." Vivian Quinn: "..." The corner of Vivian Quinn’s mouth...

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Chapter 2: Marriage

Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry - Chapter 2: Marriage