Page 20 of His Infatuated Wife

Riri lets out another heartfelt moan. "I can't believe you just said that. Now I want you even more."

It's a struggle to keep my expression impassive while my fiancée goes on grumbling about my hard-hearted ways.

A part of me is still reeling with how fast things have progressed between us. It almost feels like this whole thing is a fucking dream, but if it is that, then for once in my life, I don't think I want to face reality.

This girl had every right to make me pay for all the times I hurt her.

She could've made me suffer and have me eat humble pie.

She could've asked for anything, and I'd have given it to her.

Because the truth is, I didn't want to marry anyone else but her.

I'd rather lose everything than marry against my will.

But because my great-grandfather's will has given me the alibi I need to ignore logic and reason---

Riri lets out a gasp when the pilot tells us we're about to land, and she finally glances out of her window and realizes we're nowhere near Vegas.

"Snow..."

Her tone is full of wonder, and so is her gaze when she turns to look at me.

"Where are we?"

"Aspen."

Riri's hands fly up to cover her mouth.

"I take it you're pleased?"

"Are you kidding? Aspen has been on my bucket list since forever!"

"Is it?"

"Yes!"

She's practically bouncing in excitement when we're given the green light to disembark, and seeing her react with such genuine pleasure makes me want to spoil her all the more.

"I can't believe we're in Aspen," Riri keeps saying as I carefully lead her down the air steps. "And why Aspen but not Vegas?"

"Self-solemnized marriages are legal in Colorado."

"Oh."

I'm glad she's buying it.

Because there's no way I'm telling her how my secret obsession with her had me combing her social media accounts from the first time we met.

A limousine is already on standby to drive us to the hotel, and Riri asks shyly if she can take pictures.

"Of course."

"But I won't post anything, I promise. I just want to remember this day forever."

I watch her take photos of the wintry scenery outside our window.

I used to feel impatient every time Eva does this, and downright cynical with other women. 'It's all for fucking show' was what I always thought whenever other women take photos of where we eat or what we're doing.