Chapter 3 The Wedding Night

• A month later, Selene was sent to the Lowell Family.
• There was no wedding, no blessings; only her white bridal gown could testify that tonight was her wedding night.
• Selene sat on the edge of the marital bed, the quilt scattered with flowers, symbolizing happiness. But she knew that the Lowell Family only wanted a bride primarily as a lawful means to produce heirs.
• She had no intention of leading a tragic life as a widow with children.
• Selene moved her hand to her waist and pulled out a silver needle, hiding it in her hand.
• Ever since that night she was violated, she had carried a packet of needles for self-defense.
• Click—
• The door suddenly opened, startling her.
• Colton entered from outside.
• A thin, translucent veil obscured the man's devastatingly handsome features, softening his firm and profound facial structure, his cold and aloof temperament giving off an untamed vibe.
• Was he that cold-blooded animal who is decisive and ruthless?
• He certainly didn't look like a man on his deathbed!
• Selene's heart skipped a beat, her moist eyes glittering.
• Colton watched her quietly.
• He had to admit, the girl in front of him was beautiful.
• Delicate and lovely in stature, her ethereal grace was embodied perfectly, and those bright eyes that mingled girlish charm with feminine allure were simply captivating.
• What a pity she was a woman who clung to power!
• "I have someone in my heart. You won't sit long as Mrs. Lowell, don't delude yourself." Colton pulled open the drawer of the bedside table, taking out a blood-stained handkerchief: "I'll hand this over to Grandma in the morning. You should understand what I mean. Remember, you are just a temporary wife, a shield; just play your part well."
• Without wasting more words, the man turned and left, leaving Selene with a cold back.
• "Mr. Lowell, wait."
• This was much better than she had expected.
• Selene hurried forward, grabbing the man's left hand to check his pulse, trying to ascertain how soon she could leave.
• "Ouch!"
• The man didn't give her a chance. His large palm gripped her wrist, and with a slight pull, she fell into his arms, and after a dizzying moment, Colton pinned her down on the bed.
• Their noses almost touched, his thin lips lingering near hers, as if he would conquer that moist, inviting territory in the next second.
• Selene shivered violently, her heart pounding wildly.
• This was too much like that night...
• She stiffened like a puppet, forgetting about the silver needle in her hand.
• "You know medical skills?"
• Colton's eyes narrowed dangerously.
• She was barely in her twenties; he hadn't expected her to have such a skill.
• "Yes, I do."
• Selene nodded earnestly, wanting only to send him away, her sincerity evident.
• However, Colton still remained wary, pinching her chin as a warning. "I don't like women who are nosy and think too much. You'd best keep to yourself."
• Good, she also preferred a husband like him who kept his distance.
• Selene nodded understandingly. "Don't worry, Mr. Lowell, I will manage my duties without causing you any trouble."
• "Good, I like dealing with smart people; I hope you can be one."
• Colton stood up and adjusted his shirt, leaving indifferently.
• They say the most dangerously beautiful men are the most perilous beings in this world. No truer words could be applied to this man.
• "Whew—"
• Selene let out a deep breath, curling up at the edge of the bed and hugging her knees tightly.
• He had said it: I was just a disguise, his temporary wife.
• Then, she could stay with peace of mind.
• She needed to think carefully about how to survive in the Lowell Family.
• Once you step into high society, it's like plunging into the deep sea, and she would need to deal with more than just Colton.
• And that man had kept her just to put on a show; she needed to figure out how to play her part well.