Ivy George sat on the bed, a little dazed. She got married on her birthday! Though there was no wedding ceremony and no blessings from her family, she was joyous about becoming Felix Johnson's wife.

Her heart full of anxiety and anticipation; after eight years, would he remember her?

Thinking of the boy who scooped her from the ruins like a god from the heavens eight years ago, she couldn't help but curve her lips upwards, revealing a sweet, content smile.

Marrying him on her birthday was the best birthday gift she could ask for.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming from the stairs, and her heart began to pound like a drum. It felt as if it would leap straight out of her chest.

She couldn’t prevent her mind from wandering. What was she supposed to say when she met him? Should she call him Felix or husband?

Would he recognize her as the little girl he saved eight years ago? Would he remember their agreement?

She heard that he retired due to a chronic illness, but she wondered what disease it was?

Thoughts raced through her mind like a carousel, stirring up her emotions.

She didn't have time to consider her thoughts, as the door to the bedroom was pushed open.

Subconsciously, she lifted her head to look.

A tall man walked in with large strides, his tailored suit making him look as cold as a fairy, out of the world.

As her gaze traveled upwards, a handsome face came into sight. The contours were distinct, the features three-dimensional, every elevation and turn just right, like a sculpture's most perfect work, particularly a pair of eyes with thousands of wrapped brilliance, as bright as the moon.

Ivy George's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

The face before her eyes overlapped with the one in her memory, making her experience again what it means to "love at first sight".

She couldn't help but blush, about to speak, only to meet a pair of indifferent eyes.

She froze, somewhat taken aback.

The man's gaze was hawk-like, the dark pupils covering the unabashed indifference.

His gaze lightly swept over Ivy sitting on the bed, his eyebrows furrowed, a flash of disgust visible in his cold eyes.

As if sitting on his bed was not his bride, but a piece of garbage.

From his face devoid of any happiness, she discerned two things: he wasn't happy about getting married and, he didn't like her.

The heart that was overjoyed at marrying the one in her heart plummeted in an instant.

"Get out!" he coldly ordered, his voice as indifferent as frost.

Ivy's heart skipped a beat as she hurriedly got up and took a stand about half a meter away from the bed.

Her hands were nervously sweating under her sleeves.

She didn't dare to look at his indifferent face and could only stare at her toes.

He towered above her, impatiently flinging away the decorated sheets, quilt, petals, and pillow — all bearing the big, bold, red character for happiness — beneath the bed.

His actions were extremely impatient.

Taking in the mess on the floor, Ivy bit her lip in grievance, like a child who did something wrong.

"Sign this!" He threw a set of documents to her, his voice terrifyingly cold.

Papers scattered all over the ground.

Ivy caught sight the words — "Prenuptial Agreement".

Her face mirrored her shock, but she didn't dare to object.

She bent down to pick up the papers and quickly read through the agreement.

The agreement had three main points.

First, she must marry him in secret for three years, not disclosing this to the public.

Second, during their arranged marriage, the Johnson family would provide one million dollars as a bride price and support the normal operation of the George Traditional Medicine Clinic.

Meanwhile, she had to bear all responsibilities expected of a wife in the Johnson family at necessary occasions.

Third, after three years, the arranged marriage ends, and he would pay her a million dollars as a divorce settlement.

After the divorce, they lead their separate roads, with no more connections.

Ivy looked down at the agreement in her hand, a heavy weight settling in her heart.

"What are you staring at?" His star-like eyes squinted, a glint of impatience flashed in them.

"Felix..." She said awkwardly.

Even though her uncle, Alfred, pushed her to the Johnson family due to his pursuit for money and the medical hall, her willingness to marry him was not driven by wealth.

Seeing her reluctance to sign, a hint of cold laughter escaped from Felix's lips.

"What's wrong? Not enough?" He questioned in a cool, scornful tone.

"No!" She shook her head, like a startled rabbit.

Sure, she did want her grandfather's clinic to continue operating, but she never thought about demanding a bride-price and compensation, how could she feel it was not enough?

Felix's eyes were filled with derision, he did not believe her.

He warned, "Ivy, don't be too greedy. I need to get married to inherit my family business, but it doesn't have to be you!"

Ivy, of course, understood. Felix's willingness to marry her was because the George family owed the Johnson family a daughter-in-law.

In the past, Felix Johnson's grandfather Shaun Johnson protected Ivy's maternal grandfather Tony, saving the George’s medical hall and the George Family's Medical Manual.

In order to express his gratitude, Tony made an agreement with Shaun that if his wife gave birth to a daughter, he would marry her into the Johnson family.

Later, Tony did have a daughter, Sharon, who was Ivy's mother but Sharon did not follow the agreement to marry into the Johnson family.

Though it was said that George family owed the Johnson family a daughter-in-law, for Ivy, an ordinary person, marrying into J City's number one wealthy family, the Johnson family, was a step up in rank.

Moreover, the one million dollars dowry and the protection of the Johnson family are the only means of survival for George's Medical Hall.

By anyone's standards, this marriage was a deal where she has everything to gain.

Even if she was marrying for love, she had no confidence or bargaining power in the face of the enormous dowry.

"Will you sign it? If not, you can leave right now." Felix lost his patience.

"I'll sign!" George's Medical Hall, started by her grandfather, cannot go under!

With trembling hands, Ivy signed her name and handed the agreement back to Felix.

Without glancing, Felix threw the agreement into the drawer of the bedside table.

Then he said "Your bedroom is next door. Without my permission, you're not allowed in my room."

"Oh, got it." Ivy nodded, turned around, and walked out of the bridal chamber.

As she was leaving, she couldn't help but sneak a significant glance back at him.

It seemed he did not remember her, and naturally, he wouldn’t remember that past promise of theirs.

Rumor has it that his disposition changed dramatically after retiring. He became exceptionally cold and callous, unpredictable.

Just one short encounter was enough to confirm that the rumors were true.

She knew that Felix's ambition was in the military, being forced to retire must have been excruciating!

With a sense of resignation, she walked into the bedroom next door.

Not long after she laid down, she heard the bedroom door being kicked open.

Before she could react, Felix strode in with a gloomy face, hoisted her over his shoulder, and carried her out of the bedroom like a sack of potatoes.

"Felix..." Ivy, both shocked and scared, called out to him cautiously.

"Shut up!" Felix coldly silenced her, his voice tinged with frustration.

He carried her back to his bedroom and dropped her on the large bed.

He quickly followed, pinning her down beneath him.