Impulsive Vow to an Enigmatic Husband (END) novel Chapter 1393

This guy was such a catch and he treated her so well, she should definitely hold on tight and make sure no one steal him away. Before Jeremy could respond, Cornelia spoke again, "If you're up for it, we can get remarried after I get discharged from the hospital."
She looked at him, her eyes clear, bright, captivating, and sincere. Jeremy didn't respond, just turned and walked away. A pang of pain hit Cornelia. What was up with this guy? She was the one suggesting they get remarried. Was he against it?
Just as Cornelia was caught in her thoughts, Jeremy came back, holding two marriage licenses. He handed them to her, saying quietly, "We've always been husband and wife."
Cornelia caught on quickly, "Have you tricked me again? Was the person who handled our divorce fake?"
She hit the nail on the head, and Jeremy looked a bit awkward, "Couldn't you pretend to stay oblivious and ask me why?"
Cornelia excitedly flipped open the two marriage licenses, and inside, there were photos of them from a few years ago. At that time, he was handsome and healthy, with no signs of illness. She looked youthful and shy, standing next to him for the photos.
Cornelia was delighted, her eyes sparkling with joy. "We're still husband and wife. We never divorced."
Seeing Cornelia's joy, Jeremy felt guilty, "I'm sorry."
"I hate hearing you say sorry. Don't say it anymore." Cornelia, looking at the marriage license, asked, "Have you always carried this around?"
In daily life, marriage licenses were rarely used. Most people put them away after registration, and it was rare to see someone carrying it around like Jeremy.
Jeremy nodded, "Yes, because with it, I can prove that you're still my wife."
Because of it, he could prove she was still his wife. Because of it, when the pain was almost unbearable, he could grit his teeth and hang on. Without her and their child as his mental support, he wouldn't have made it. He said it lightly, but Cornelia could feel the weight of the marriage license.
She asked again, "What were you thinking back then, when we got married?"
"Have some soup first, and we can talk while you eat." Jeremy ladled her a bowl of soup, handed it to her, and continued, "Before I met you, grandma had already sung your praises countless times, saying how great you are. Grandma always had good judgement, so when I agreed to marry you, I planned on spending my life with you. But I didn't expect that ten minutes before we got the license, there was an issue with my company in the U.S. and I had to rush over. Little did I know, I'd be tied up for a year."
He never thought that when he returned, his wife had become his personal assistant. He was grateful that it was her who came to his side, so he could see her goodness and didn't miss out on her.
Cornelia took a sip of the soup, it was hot and delicious, but what warmed her more was him, "Do you want to hear what I was thinking when I married you?"
Jeremy was eager to hear, "Yes, please."
Cornelia held the bowl, drank most of the soup, then began to speak slowly, "Like you, I agreed to marry you because grandma always told me how good you were. Since I agreed to marry you, I was prepared to spend the rest of my life with you. I didn't expect that after getting married, before I had a chance to get to know you more, you threw a bank card at me and left. Then you just disappeared from the world, no news at all. At that time, I felt like it didn't matter whether you were there or not, and I could live well on my own. If it wasn't for grandma always mentioning my husband, I would have almost forgotten that I was married."