The Runaway Groom
Chapter 815

Staring at Martin with disbelief, Lulu asked, "What is this?"

“I know it took you a lot of courage to marry me, and that you didn't marry for love," Martin told her. "But whether it's impulse or recompense, I'm happy. So, even though I'm not rich enough to afford you an extravagant lifestyle, all I have is yours.”

Holding her gaze, he continued, "My father was an officer, but he died in the line of duty when I was twelve. My mother never remarried and raised me on her own, but she died from stomach cancer when I was 24. They left me with this house—the same one I grew up in—and I want to give it to you. That's why I registered you as a co-owner of this house.”

Picking up a yellow card, he said, "Here's the savings my parents left me. It's worth over ten grand.”

Picking up another card, he said, "This is my personal savings. There's up to 40 grand, and I have that much because I don't use it much.” Lulu stared at everything in the box.

They were so simple, yet precious and held immense sentimental value.

She rasped, "It's too much, I..." Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"You married me, and that makes you family." Martin smiled. “What's mine is yours, and although I don't spend too much, I'm not great with money either. That's why I'm leaving it with you."

"No." Lulu still could not accept it.

"Play nice now—take it," Martin said, putting the box in her hands. "I'm on duty tonight. Get some rest soon."

And with that, he left the house.

Lulu was still in her bridal gown, holding everything that Martin owned. It was their wedding day, and they were supposed to consummate tonight.

However, he was tactful enough to excuse himself, so that she would not feel awkward since she did not love him.

She sat down and put the box on the table.

She then looked around at the bridal room that their colleagues decorated for them—heart-shaped balloons and ribbons filled every corner of the room, building a picture of celebration.

Even so, Lulu could not feel happy.

She married Martin, but she could not love him with all her heart—she had already failed a wife.

Naturally, she could not sleep soundly in the large bridal bed, decorated elaborately with velvet sheets.

When Lulu woke up the next morning, she was cleaning up the house when the door opened.

Martin entered with boxes of food, which he then placed on the table. "I bought you breakfast. I don't know what you like, so I bought everything. See if there's anything you like."

Lulu said, "I'm not a picky eater.”

“Then, sit," Martin said, taking the balloon she was holding. "I'll clean the house, so eat. Sorry, but I'm not much of a cook since I've always been alone, but I'll learn from now on."

Lulu held his gaze. "I can cook.”

“No, you're pregnant—I'll cook for you once I've learned how to." Martin said, placing a small pie in front of Lulu. “This one's from a good restaurant that's been in business for ten years. They really make it aromatic.”

Lulu put one in his mouth, relishing the crisp skin but lack of greasiness, along with the fresh onions inside.

“It's good," she said with a smile.

"Then have some more. Get changed and get to work when you're done—I'll be going to bed, and I'll clean up the house later."

Lulu watched for a while from behind as he cleaned up, and quietly turned away.

She finished the entire box of pies, since it was Martin's goodwill. Although she was pregnant, she could eat everything since she was not suffering from morning sickness and everything tasted good. “You've been out the whole night, so get some proper rest,” Lulu said, rising to her feet. "You didn't have breakfast either, right? There's too much for me to finish anyway, so have the rest. Don't let it get cold.” "Okay," Martin said as he sat down at the table.

Lulu cleaned up her end and got changed to work.

Still, she paused at the doorway and turned around to look at Martin.

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