"Get in the car, that is an order!" Edgar demanded once more.
Maggie was born with the instinct of rebelling, however, the environment where she was brought up and the experiences she had in college and while at the Eagle had cultivated the habit of obeying. It was now a part of her to show obedience to authority figures.
After she obediently got back in the car, she kept looking out through the window, trying to ignore Edgar. She was saddened because she thought it was unfair that Edgar had managed to marry her without making much effort at all. To add insult to injury, she had been the one to pay for their marriage certificates!
While she was still raging about this in her mind, she suddenly noticed that something was wrong. The surroundings outside had become very familiar. What was going on?
Blinking, Maggie straightened up and looked around. When Edgar stopped his car at the gate of the military compound and gave his credentials to a soldier on guard duty, she felt astonished. 'Oh my God, I could die, ' Maggie murmured in her mind.
"Colonel Edgar!" the soldier on guard greeted Edgar and saluted him. Then he respectfully returned Edgar's credentials with both hands and lifted the boom gate for them.
While Maggie was thinking of trying to escape, Edgar instantly locked the car to stop her from opening the door. He started the engine and headed into the compound. Finally, he stopped at William's house. He turned to Maggie and asked, "That's your house. Are you going to run away?"
Maggie was angry with Edgar as he didn't tell her before taking her back to her family's house. She said irritably, "Edgar, how could you do this!" He shrugged and unfastened his seat belt. She was almost driven mad by his inconsiderate decision. Maggie had previously been told by Cathy that Edgar was quite overbearing, but… What had happened today was a huge leap for her, from heaven to pure hell. What a horrible person he had turned out to be!
Edgar looked at Maggie who was furious, then sighed helplessly and his eyes turned brooding. "You know what..." Meeting her wild eyes, Edgar became serious. He spoke to her earnestly, "I don't want to be the man who, as you said, has problems in his character. So I must inform William about our marriage today!"
Staring at his sincere face, Maggie no longer felt angry—she couldn't stand that look on his face. She then whispered, "But, I haven't gotten ready yet." Actually, Maggie had told William and Hana about her relationship with Edgar, but she felt embarrassed to let them know now that she had agreed to marry Edgar so easily.
Knowing what Maggie was thinking about, Edgar sighed, stroking her head, and said, "You know I am popular among the ladies, so marrying me proves that you are quite capable. You've managed to do something that many others couldn't."
Hearing this, Maggie raised her head and looked at him. Studying his handsome face, she started to think that Edgar was quite right, and she then felt less worried. "You are right, I am capable," Maggie said to Edgar with a jaunty look. She then unfastened her seat belt and got out of the car.
Edgar didn't walk in directly; instead, he opened the trunk and took out a bag, in which there were two bottles of wine and some treats for middle-aged women, pastries and such.
"Wow, that would be considered an act of bribery," Maggie said sincerely as she gazed at the wine. According to her own experience of frequenting bars as a student, she knew that this kind of wine was way too expensive for common consumption. The money for one bottle of this sort would be beyond even the base-line cost of bribery.
Edgar smiled. "We are now a married couple, so I am merely bringing gifts for my parents-in-law. How can you call this bribery?" It didn't seem awkward at all for Edgar to refer to her parents as his parents-in-law.
"Edgar, what's the credit line for your credit card?" Maggie suddenly became curious as she asked this question. She had already completely forgotten that she should be angry with Edgar right now.
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