Chapter 150: Chapter 150

By the time Beauty had finished dawdling, Lucas was already out of bed and fully dressed.

Suddenly, the room felt different—what had once been her private sanctuary now unmistakably belonged to two people.

The shift was so abrupt it left her unsettled.

I’ll have the housekeeper come later to help move your belongings," he said.

His words made her freeze.

Had he just married her only to kick her out immediately?

What kind of twisted game was this?

Confusion swirled in her mind.

Lucas saw right through her hesitation.

Rising from the sofa, he delivered a cool explanation: "Now that we’re married, you’re my wife.

Did you really think you’d keep sleeping in your old room?"

"Then where am I supposed to sleep?

Still groggy from sleep, she let out a big yawn before turning to him with a dazed expression.

"I had the staff prepare our new bedroom yesterday—it’s just around the corner.

That’s where we’ll be staying from now on.

Pack your daily essentials into the storage boxes, and someone will come to help you move them later."

If he hadn’t mentioned it, she might have forgotten they were newlyweds.

Everything from yesterday still felt like a surreal dream.

Still, she obeyed, gathering her daily necessities—especially the keepsakes from her grandfather and her beloved sketch board.

These were her most treasured possessions.

"Come downstairs for breakfast.

After that, we’ll go furniture shopping.

The bridal suite needs all-new furnishings—I’ve already had the old ones removed."

Lucas emerged from the bathroom, wiping his face with a towel before lifting his icy gaze.

Of course, the wealthy were different.

Even the "old" items in this house were practically brand-new, all high-end brands.

A single piece could easily cost a year’s salary for an average family—yet he’d tossed them out without a second thought!

Those things were perfectly fine.

Just because you’re rich doesn’t mean you should be so extravagant!"

Beauty winced on behalf of the less fortunate.

How many families struggled just to afford education, while he casually threw away furniture worth millions?

A faint smile flickered across Lucas’s face as he advanced step by step, finally cornering her against the sofa.

When she had nowhere left to retreat, he grasped her delicate chin firmly and spoke in an icy, deliberate tone, "So you’re already trying to control your husband right after getting married?

From now on, I’ll hand over all my cards to you—you can manage every penny.

Beauty: "..." Was she really after his money?

She couldn’t care less about his filthy riches.

She had merely spoken her mind, but apparently, the wealthy really did think they were something. Check latest chapters at novel⁂fire.net

Unable to suppress a disdainful snort, she retorted, "Rich young man like you could never understand what it’s like for those struggling to get by.

The things you casually throw away are more than what poor families earn in a lifetime."

With that, she turned on her heel and strode toward the stairwell without a backward glance, leaving him with nothing but her proud, defiant silhouette.

It seemed friction had already arisen on the second day of their marriage.

No wonder the ancients emphasized matching social status—the gap between her and Lucas’s backgrounds and mindsets was simply too vast.

Their married life hadn’t even properly begun, yet she was already worrying about their future.

Would they argue constantly until his patience wore thin, ending in nothing but divorce?

Their marriage had been a trap from the very start—nothing more than a farce.

A pang of bitterness twisted in Beauty’s chest.

She knew this was just a whim of his, a fleeting game.

So why was she taking it so seriously?

Now, reluctantly accompanying him to the furniture mall, they might have looked like any other blissful newlyweds—except for the complete lack of physical contact between them.

They had agreed to keep their marriage a secret.

Given Lucas’s fame and fortune, if the media caught wind that he had quietly tied the knot, they’d hound her like spies day and night.

She wanted no part of that life.

"Mr. Marson, these are the latest arrivals from our factory—all elegant European-style pieces, perfectly suited to your status," the saleswoman gushed, her eyes nearly popping out of her head at the sight of Lucas browsing furniture in person.

She eagerly recommended the finest selections in the entire mall.

Her gaze then drifted to Beauty, a mix of envy and suspicion flickering in her eyes.

"Please help this young lady pick out a genuine leather sofa and coffee table set.

She’ll make the final decision."

Lucas turned to glance at Beauty, signaling for her to follow the sales assistant while he settled onto a nearby sofa, perfectly content to delegate the task.

Her earlier scolding still echoed in his mind.

It wasn’t that he was petty or couldn’t handle criticism from his wife—he just genuinely felt wronged.

No one had ever dared to speak to him like that, not even Beauty.

His daily profits alone amounted to hundreds of millions.

Did she really think he cared about such trivial expenses?

From now on, he’d leave all household matters—especially spending decisions—entirely to her.

His only job would be supplying the endless stream of VIP cards.

The sales assistant led Beauty through the showroom, where the sheer opulence of the furnishings nearly blinded her.

She couldn’t help but marvel—you truly got what you paid for.

The difference between these genuine pieces and the knockoffs in smaller stores was night and day.

Her gaze landed on a minimalist beige leather sofa, its understated elegance calling to her.

Sinking into it, she felt as though she were floating on a cloud.

The comfort surpassed even the sofa in her own bedroom.

"Excellent choice, Miss Beauty," the sales assistant gushed.

"This is one of Rolf Benz’s most iconic designs—a true dark horse in the furniture world.

The craftsmanship and materials are unparalleled.

In fact, most of Mr. Marson’s home furnishings are from this brand."

For high-profile clients like Lucas, the mall’s managers routinely reached out with recommendations for new collections.

The staff here knew his tastes and spending habits by heart.

The wealthy lived differently—replacing furniture like it was seasonal fashion.

Beauty’s lips twitched.

Though she adored the set, one glance at the price tag nearly made her faint.

"We’ll take this one.

Once we’ve finalized everything, have it delivered to the villa."

The icy voice came from behind her before she could hesitate.

She didn’t need to turn around to picture Lucas’s expression—aloof, arrogant, and utterly pleased with himself.