Chapter 130: Chapter 130

Charles Sharp felt relieved upon hearing this. "Thank you."

Lucy Eaton patted his shoulder. "Go accompany your bride, I’ll go meet up with my parents. It’s time to leave the Presidential Mansion."

He nodded and turned away.

Lucy Eaton turned to find her parents, and at the corner, she ran into Jacob Green.

He stood there in a spot where he could have seen her with Charles Sharp just moments ago.

Lucy was certain he had seen it.

The two looked at each other without speaking.

Seeing he had nothing to say, Lucy didn’t feel like speaking either and started to walk away.

Her arm was forcefully grabbed before she could react, and he pulled her close, pinning her against the wall.

He kissed her intensely, ignoring her struggle, determined to see the kiss through.

Lucy was worried about being seen, especially inside the Presidential Mansion.

But he was out of control, oblivious to anything else.

"Jacob Green, are you crazy?!" she pushed him away.

"Kissing my legal wife, that’s crazy?" he smirked sarcastically. "Or do you just want to be kissed by another man?"

What nonsense was this bastard talking about?

Who did she want to be kissed by?

Lucy was fuming inside and didn’t want to say another word. She glared at him and walked away.

Seeing her look of impatience and her silent departure, Jacob felt even more upset.

He stepped forward to block her path again.

"If you’re going to talk nonsense, spare me. I’m not interested in listening."

"Nonsense?" Jacob was so angry he almost spat blood. "You’re still not going to give me an explanation?"

Lucy’s eyes reddened. "An explanation? Since you’ve decided that I see Charles Sharp as a backup, that I only want to be kissed by other men, that I’m that kind of woman, what more is there to say? I have nothing to say!"

Seeing someone approaching, she walked faster, and Jacob didn’t stop her.

On the way back from the Presidential Mansion, Liora Hughes asked, "Were you having a disagreement with your husband? I noticed you two weren’t speaking."

Lucy replied, "We weren’t disagreeing. With so much media at the wedding today, we just wanted to prevent anyone from noticing. Very few know we’re married, and I don’t want the public to know I’m his wife just yet."

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Lucy linked arms with her mother, resting her head on her shoulder.

She closed her eyes, Jacob’s infuriating words running through her mind.

His lack of trust hurt her deeply.

Did he really see her that way?

James Foster returned to Ningham alone while Lucy stayed behind, taking leave from the hospital to be with her parents.

Before bedtime, Liora Hughes entered her room. "Mom will sleep with you tonight."

Lucy quickly moved to the inside of the bed. "What about Dad?"

Liora blushed. "We’ve been married so long, why wouldn’t he agree? Your father said we should all go hiking together as a family tomorrow. Do you want to go?"

She nodded in agreement. "I do."

Mother and daughter lay in the same bed, with Lucy hugging her mother, fulfilling a childhood dream.

No matter her age, she was always a child in her mother’s eyes.

Sophie Bennett had returned to Ningham with Charles Sharp that afternoon.

Since the wedding was held at her parental home, it was expected that she’d return to her husband’s home afterward. No matter how powerful her family, it wasn’t right to stay there permanently.

They arrived at Charles Sharp’s private residence in Ningham.

Sophie soon received the Sharp Clan’s family rules, sent over by the butler at his behest.

Upon reading them, Sophie could hardly contain her anger.

"These are the Sharp Clan’s rules? They seem like they were drafted by you yourself."

The butler replied, "Indeed, they’re drafted by the young master."

"I won’t follow them."

"You’ll have to discuss that with the young master." With that, the butler left.

Holding the five regulations, Sophie foresaw hard days ahead in her marriage.

When Charles Sharp returned at nine in the evening, she threw the paper at him. "What’s with these rules you gave me?"

"What do you think they are?"

"Rule one: be home by six. Rule two: you can wear skirts but no revealing tops. Rule three: no clubs or nightspots. Rule four: don’t interfere in your affairs. Rule five: don’t share a bed. Charles Sharp, aren’t these demands a bit too much? I mean, I am your wife, and I can’t be involved in your affairs? Share a bed? Isn’t that too little, even for you?"

"Too much?" Charles calmly replied, "Listen carefully, these five points are my instructions to you, not open for negotiation."

"You... I’m the President’s daughter, and you dare treat me this way?! Aren’t you afraid I’ll report you back to my family?!"

Charles smirked, "Report? Feel free. Let your family know you’re not favored here. But Sophie, you should really reflect on why your parents were so eager to marry you off, why your brother was so eager to marry into the Palmer Family. Stop bragging about your status; to me, you’re nothing."

Sophie shook with rage. "People say you’re a gentleman, but it’s all appearances; you’re nothing of the sort."

Charles sneered, "I choose who to be genteel with. In your case, get out of my room immediately. Your room will be the spare bedroom from now on."

Despite being so mistreated on her wedding night, Sophie felt utterly defeated.

She entered marriage full of hope. When her mother asked her about Jacob, she was overjoyed. Later finding out Jacob was married and Charles was chosen, she was still delighted because Charles was as young, accomplished, and handsome—a dream husband for many women.

Yet unexpectedly, she’d face such a situation after marriage.

Couldn’t help but wonder...

"Is it because of Lucy Eaton?"

Charles’ gaze turned cold. "Still not leaving?"

"It must be because of her! I deliberately called her over today, and she must have bad-mouthed me to you, which is why you treat me ."

"A bitch? Bad-mouthing?" Charles grew even more displeased with her. "Lucy Eaton told me to treat you well and didn’t say a bad word. Yet you malign her with such vile assumptions?"

"Pretending to be sincere, of course, she’d say that to you. You’re quite the business mogul, yet you’d believe such a woman..."

Sophie bit her lip and finally left the master bedroom.

Closing the door, Charles sat on the bed and pulled off his tie, staring at it in his hand, feeling extremely unsettled.

Today was his wedding day, yet his mood was at an all-time low, far from happy.

Charles lay on the bed, staring blankly upward.

Since confessing, he’d been uneasy, fearing she’d avoid him to prevent rumors.

The thought of them becoming strangers was unbearable.

Luckily, she maintained their friendship despite his unrequited feelings.

Recalling her words, Charles smiled. This was the Lucy Eaton he knew—quietly keeping a distance yet sincerely open.

Being friends was okay; at least friendship could last a lifetime.

He felt content to engage with her as a friend.