Flash Marriage He Made My Jaw Drop Vivienneâs hands were slipping down around the big box she was holding. Just as she was about to drop it, a pair of hands suddenly caught it and a mellow voice sounded overhead.
âIâll do it.â
Vivienne looked up, and the man in front of her placed the umbrella he was holding in her hand. He took the big box from her and carried it into the apartment lobby.
She came back to her senses a few seconds later and hurried to catch up, then gave the man back his umbrella.
Damien had already looked into Vivienneâs situation, so heâd found out where she lived. He carried the rest of her things to the unit she lived in and placed them at the door.
âThank you, sir. All my things wouldâve gotten damaged if it werenât for you. Do you want money? Or I can buy you a meal. I donât know how else to repay you.â
Vivienne was nearsighted and not the best with faces, and sheâd forgotten to wear her contact lenses today. Sheâd also lost her glasses in the rush to get her things out of the car, so she didnât recognize the man standing in front of her as her new husband.
Itâd essentially only been an hour since they last interacted. Theyâd sent no texts over the last few days.
She was truly grateful for this manâs help. She couldnât imagine how ruined the jewelry would be right now if it had fallen onto the ground and gotten wet.
Damien looked at Vivienne thoughtfully. âYou donât need to pay me or take me out for a meal. A drink upstairs would be nice, though.â
Immediately wary, Vivienne stared at him, her voice distant now. âI- I have a husband.â
Damien smiled and leaned closer. âIâm glad you havenât forgotten. But you should probably take a better look at me.â
Vivienneâs eyes widened in surprise as he came closer. âMr. Smyth⦠Uh⦠Smythâ¦â
She had forgotten his name. He looked helpless. âItâs Damien.â
Vivienne stepped back, flustered. âWhen did you get back?â
âJust now.â Damien stood up straight to explain. âI was busy, and I forgot to contact you.â
âItâs fine.â
He nodded. âAlright, then.â
That part didnât matter much. She wasnât used to being married, obviously, and sheâd forgotten about him.
Still embarrassed, Vivienne tried to explain herself. âI-Iâm not good with faces. Iâm nearsighted, and I left my glasses somewhere, and it was dark, and⦠Iâm sorry. I didnât mean to mistake you for someone else.â
Her clothes were soaked, and they clung to her skin, perfectly outlining her figure. Under the brighter lights in the lobby, Damien could see her delicate features-bright eyes, white teeth, and fair skin. She looked like a flower blooming.
Damien lifted an eyebrow and put his own coat around her shoulders. âGo get changed. You might catch a cold.â
Vivienne looked down, her cheeks flushed with shame.
âThank you.â Vivienne wished she could dig a hole and hide in it. âYouâre all wet, too. Do you want to come in and change?â
She regretted asking the minute the words came out of her mouth. Would Damien misunderstand, and think she was implying something else?
Damien stared at her with a half-smile, watching the subtle changes in her expression. This woman blushed so easily.
Vivienne was completely different from the celebrities and models he usually ran into. She reminded him of a little wildflower growing on a cliff, standing strong against the wind and rain-nothing like those flowers growing in greenhouses. She had perseverance, but she had a girlish shyness about her, too.
After a long moment of Damienâs silence, Vivienne opened her mouth to add something else, but he finally spoke. âNo, itâs fine.â
Vivienne closed her mouth, embarrassed again at being rejected. Damien hurriedly amended, âItâs too late for this to be appropriate. I havenât met your parents, so I shouldnât be so casual. Iâll prepare a gift next time I come by.â
It was inappropriate of her to ask, she thought. The elevator opened behind her, and Damien helped her move the big box inside. âRest early and start packing.â
âWhat? Packing for what?â
Damien smiled at her blank look. âYou and I are a legal couple now. Donât you think you should move in with me?â
Sheâd forgotten about that, too. Married couples had to live. together. She hadnât thought about that when theyâd gotten the marriage certificate-that was all sheâd planned for, after all.
Would they be sleeping in the same bed? Vivienneâs face formed a thoughtful expression. It wasnât as if she could refuse Damienâs offer.
Sheâd been so happy to finally get a marriage certificate. Was she going to back out now?
âOkay.â