Flash Marriage: My Penniless Billionaire Husband

Christopher held her in his arms and stroked her hair, comforting her silently.

Malcolm looked at his two daughters and sighed deeply.

It was only at that moment that he realized what the most precious thing was.

He thought, "Now that my two daughters are here, why would I be unsatisfied?"

He then said slowly to the two, "Janice, Vanessa, can you help daddy up?"

Only then did the two stop crying. They glanced at each other, then walked to either side of Malcolm and helped him up.

Malcolm sat at the head of the bed and held their hands together with his aged hands. Then he looked at Janice and said, "Janice, I know that I owe you a lot all these years. I failed to do my duty. I hope you can forgive me."

Upon hearing his words, Janice’s eyes turned red.

At this time, Janice had forgiven him anything.

She nodded heavily.

Only then did Malcolm smile in satisfaction. He then turned to Vanessa and said, "Vanessa, I have forgiven you. So don’t blame yourself anymore. You have to live a good life in the future and forget about all those unhappy things."

Vanessa sobbed and nodded. "Alright."

Then Malcolm let out a breath of relief. He then put their hands together and said, "When I am gone, you two are the only Gladwells left in this world. I hope that you two can forget about your previous enmity and get along well with each other. Will you promise me?"

Upon hearing this, the two glanced at each other before nodding in agreement.

Malcolm looked at his two daughters holding hands and finally felt relaxed.

He slowly laid back down on the bed and looked at the ceiling. He seemed to reminisce about the past and his gaze gradually changed from bright to dim. When the last ray of light in his eyes disappeared, he finally closed his eyes.

Malcolm’s funeral was held three days later.

Because of Janice’s physical condition, Christopher had full authority to prepare everything for the funeral.

On the day of the funeral, many guests arrived.

In addition to the few relatives of the Gladwell family, most of them were Christopher’s relatives, friends, and business partners.

Yvonne and James also came.

As soon as they entered the door, they saw Janice, who was standing on the main platform in black mourning clothes. Christopher who was also dressed in mourning clothes stood beside her.

Yvonne hadn’t seen Janice for a few days, and she felt that Janice was looking very haggard and worn.

Yvonne’s heart ached when she saw this.

As Janice’s only friend, she was also very sad at this time. She went forward with James and bowed, and then walked to Janice.

"Janice, my condolences."

Janice bowed in return and nodded her head. "Thank you, Yvonne."

Yvonne knew that nothing she said could ease the sadness in her heart. After comforting Janice for a while, she walked aside with James and stood there watching.

There was an endless stream of guests at the funeral, which went on for more than two hours.

Christopher was afraid that Janice’s body would not be able to bear it. Halfway through the funeral, he said to her, "You can’t go on like this. Why don’t you take a rest in the back stage? I’ll look after things here."

However, Janice refused. "No, I can hold on."

...

Seeing that she was so determined, Christopher did not continue to persuade her.

He stood silently by her side until the end of the funeral.

After sending Malcolm to the grave, Janice thought of Vanessa.

After everything was over, she talked to Vanessa in private.

"Vanessa, what’s your plan for the future?"

Upon hearing this question, Vanessa didn’t immediately reply. Instead, she turned around to look at her father’s tombstone, and her eyes filled with confusion.

In fact, she didn’t know what to do.

<After all, since I have entered that dirty cycle, it’s impossible to clear my name.

No matter where I go in the future, I will never get rid of the dirty history of being a prostitute.

As the saying goes, one misstep would lead to eternal regret.> At this moment, Vanessa deeply felt the cruelty of this old saying.

Seeing that she didn’t answer, Janice said, "If you haven’t decided yet, think about it carefully. If you need any help, just tell me."

Upon hearing her say this, Vanessa was stunned.

She hadn’t expected Janice to be willing to help her.

<Although she had promised dad to take care of me, I never took that promise seriously.

I used to think that she had said that for comforting dad, but she really would like to help me.>

Vanessa’s heart was churning with shame.

"Don’t you blame me? I treated you like that before."

She lowered her head in shame.

Janice raised her brows. "It would be a lie if I say that I don’t blame you. But no matter what, we are family, and dad has forgiven you. Since I’ve promised him that I will take care of you, I will definitely not go back on my word. Don’t worry about it."

Upon hearing her words, Vanessa felt even more ashamed.

She had never imagined that Janice, whom she had always looked down on, would be willing to help her.

"Thank you."

Vanessa’s nose twitched, then she bowed deeply towards Janice.

Janice hastily helped her up. "Don’t be like this."

Vanessa stood up straight, looking at her with a touched expression. Finally, she made a decision.

She paused for a while and said, "Janice, I’ve thought it through. I won’t make any more mistakes. I’ll find a job and live a good life."

Then Janice felt much more comforted.

"If that’s what you think, then our dad can rest in peace."

After leaving the graveyard, the two of them went home respectively.

Vanessa returned to the Gladwells’ old residence. After all, that was her only place to stay.

Janice and Christopher went back to the villa.

On the way back, Christopher looked at her tired face and said distressedly, "Go back and have a good rest. You have lost weight these days."

He freed a hand to hold her hand firmly.

Janice didn’t move her hand. She had just experienced the pain of losing her father, and she was exhausted both physically and mentally.

However, at this time, the temperature from his palm helped her relieve a lot of her pain.

She had witnessed Christopher’s hard work these days.

She felt honored to have such a husband who loved her so much, shielded her from the wind and rain, and broke through the obstacles for her.

Recalling everything that he had done for her, Janice felt so touched. Then she entwined her fingers with his and sincerely said, "Hubby, thank you."

As she spoke, she slowly leaned against his shoulder.

...

Christopher glanced at the side of her face and sighed softly, "Fool, that’s what I should do."

Even so, her heart was filled with gratitude.

She had always known that there was nothing in the world that he should do for her. Although they were husband and wife, she knew that he did all this for her because of his willingness.

Then Janice repeated in her heart, "Thank you."

When the car arrived at the villa, Janice was already asleep. Seeing that she was sleeping very soundly, he didn’t wake her up. Instead, he carried her all the way back to the bedroom carefully.

Then he placed Janice on the bed and tucked her in. However, he did not leave immediately but accompanied her silently by the bed.

He knew that she hadn’t slept much these days. He often saw her occasionally fell asleep but often be woken up by nightmare.

Therefore, he decided to stay here to make her sleep peacefully.

He sat down on the carpet beside the bed and held her hand in his hand, giving her sufficient security. It was not until her breathing gradually became deeper that he finally felt relieved.

On the way back from the funeral, Yvonne remained silent.

She sat in the passenger seat and looked out of the window without saying a word.

As James drove the car, he glanced at her gloomy profile from time to time. He hesitated for a long time before saying, "Yvonne, where do you want to go next?"

Hearing this, Yvonne seemed to come back to her senses and slowly turned her head to look.

"Aren’t we going back to the company?"

James shook his head and said, "No, we’re not going back. Let’s go for a walk today. I’ll accompany you wherever you want to go."

Yvonne did not answer immediately. Instead, she remained silent for a while before saying, "Why don’t we go to the beach?"

Janice nodded. "Okay, let’s go to the beach."

As he spoke, he turned the car around and drove toward the seaside.

More than an hour later, the car stopped on the road by the sea.

Yvonne opened the door and got out of the car, followed by James.

They stood by the roadside, leaning against the railing and looking at the sea not far

away.

It was the climax time. The wind blew gently over the sea, stirring up waves that rushed out to hit the rocks on the shore, making a gurgling sound.

Yvonne stood there and looked at the restless sea in the distance. She could not help but think of the figure of Janice hugging her father’s deader at the funeral, reminding her of herself more than ten years ago.

<At that time, I was only in my teens.

At my mother’s funeral, my tiny body held the large and heavy portrait.

It was drizzling that day. The road was wet and slippery, and the temperature was several degrees below zero. I walked in the cold rain with my mother’s portrait in the arms. My whole body seemed to be in an ice cave, cold to the bone.

Moreover, I hadn’t had a good meal for a few days because of the sadness.

Back then, I felt hungry and cold.

But I still got through until the end of the funeral with my last bit of willpower.

The willpower was from my desire to send mom on her last journey.

That day is undoubtedly the coldest day in my memory. I still remember that bone-chilling coldness.>

When she recalled it at this moment, she still couldn’t help but feel a chill run down her spine.

She couldn’t help slowly crossing her arms.

When James saw her like this, he thought that she was feeling cold from the sea breeze. He quickly took off his coat and put it on her.

She suddenly felt a warmth in her body. Only then did she come to her senses. She looked at the coat on her shoulder and slowly turned to look at James.

In the cold sea breeze, he only wore a thin sweater.

She paused and was about to return the coat to him, but he stopped her.

"Put it on!"

"But you..."

James said blandly, "I’m fine."

He seemed to be afraid that she would not believe him, he deliberately stretched out his arm.

Therefore Yvonne didn’t insist but said gratefully, "Thank you."

Her polite tone made him frown slightly, but he said nothing in the end.

"Let’s take a walk over there."

After a short moment, he stood up and pointed to a shallow pond not far away.

Yvonne slowly looked over, nodded casually, and followed him.

The two walked side by side.

The sea breeze blew their hairs into a mess.

Yvonne felt a lump in her throat and the rims of her eyes turned slightly red.

It was hard to tell if she was blown by the wind or she was sad when she thought of the past.

James inadvertently saw traces of tears in the corner of her eyes and was stunned. He thought, "Is she crying?"

Thinking of this, he subconsciously touched his pocket, only to find that there was nothing in it.

He was at a loss. After a pause, he reached out to grab her arm and forced her to stop. Then, he made her face to him and his gaze fell on her eyes. He slowly reached out his hand and gently wiped the corners of her eyes.

When he met her gaze, he realized that his actions just now had been too abrupt, and he quickly stopped what he was doing.

"I’m sorry."

He retracted his hand awkwardly.

However, Yvonne stared at his retracted hand and felt a little bewildered.

Just now, when she felt the bone-chilling cold, his warm hands seemed to make her feel a strange warmth.

When he moved his hand away, she reacted almost instantly and reached out to hold him tightly.

James was stunned by this sudden action. This was the first time that she took the initiative to hug him like this. He was surprised and did not know how to react.

Just as he was hesitating whether or not to hug her, she suddenly said, "Don’t move. Let me hold you for a while."

Only then did James slowly put down his hand and let her hold him like this.

Time seemed to have stopped, and Yvonne buried her face in his chest. There was waves of warmth there, which made her feel a little greedy.

She recalled the scene of Janice bowing to the guests at the funeral.

At that time, Yvonne only felt that Janice was alone.

But when she saw Christopher standing beside Janice, she realized that Janice was not alone. <She has Christopher by her side. He really gives her a powerful and forceful support. He could protect her all the time.>

In that moment, she was envious of Janice.

She couldn’t help thinking of herself. <If something happens to me one day, I wonder if there would be someone like Christopher supporting me. If yes, who could it be? James? I don’t know.>

But she knew that at this time, she hoped from the bottom of her heart that the person was James.

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