She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 792

After Robert arrived with the paperwork, Loyce pushed Lucian's wheelchair into the Marriage Registration Office.

The afternoon sun spilled through the glass doors, casting bright patches of light across the floor. Since it was a weekday, the lobby was quiet, with only a few couples sitting in the waiting area, chatting in hushed tones.

At first, their entrance went unnoticed. That is, until the receptionist looked up. Her eyes swept over Lucian—his striking, chiseled features contrasting with his wheelchair—and then landed on the elegantly composed Loyce behind him. The young woman's expression froze.

She blinked, as if doubting her own eyes, and then her eyes widened comically. The informational placard in her hand slipped, hitting the desk with a sharp clack.

"Y-you're..." she stammered, her voice pitching up in excitement. Her gaze darted between the two before locking onto Lucian's face.

Though he looked paler and thinner than the imposing figure often broadcast on the news, that distinct, formidable jawline was unmistakable.

Hearing the commotion, a middle-aged clerk behind the adjacent counter adjusted her glasses, took one look, and shot out of her chair so fast she knocked it over.

"Mr. Shapiro?!" she gasped, her voice trembling with disbelief, before her eyes immediately darted to Loyce.

Lucian gave a slight nod. "We're here to register for a marriage license, please."

Their presence shattered the quiet of the room. Every head in the lobby, including the security guard by the door, snapped toward them.

Lucian usually hated being the center of attention, but today, he was more than happy to let everyone watch him marry Loyce.

Loyce offered a warm smile to the blushing receptionist. "Yes, we'd like to get our marriage license. Where should we pull a number?"

"N-no! You don't need a number! We have a Military Priority Service for expedited processing."

The young woman snapped out of her daze, waving her hands frantically as she stumbled out from behind the desk. "P-please, follow me right this way!"

Her voice was squeaky with thrill, but she moved with practiced efficiency, practically jogging ahead to lead them. She even managed to turn around and shoot a "keep quiet" gesture to the onlookers, though her own eyes were shining like stars.

The official handling their registration was an older, poised woman. She clearly recognized them as well, a flash of deep respect crossing her features before she regained her professional composure. Still, as she took their documents, her fingers trembled just slightly.

"Please, take a seat," she said, her voice softer than usual. "Congratulations to you both."

The process went smoothly—filling out forms, verifying IDs. The entire time, the lobby was so silent you could hear a pin drop. Everyone deliberately muted their movements, their breaths shallow and careful, but their eyes were glued to the couple, radiating warm, unspoken blessings.

When the senior clerk finally handed them their freshly stamped marriage licenses, her eyes were bright with unshed tears.

"Mr. Shapiro, Mrs. Shapiro," she corrected herself, her tone ringing with profound sincerity. "I wish you both a lifetime of happiness, peace, and safety. The country is incredibly proud of heroes like you, and we are deeply honored to witness this moment."

The staff and couples who had slowly gathered around erupted into spontaneous applause. It wasn't loud, but it was brimming with heartfelt warmth.

The young receptionist finally mustered her courage, her face bright red as she whispered, "Admiral Shapiro, Mrs. Shapiro... could we take a quick group photo with you? Just one! We promise not to post it anywhere!"

Loyce looked at Lucian, silently asking for his permission.

Lucian gave a barely perceptible nod. Today, he was more than willing to accept the simple, pure blessings of strangers.

And so, right beneath the solemn national emblem, next to the "Marriage Registration" sign, they snapped a very special picture.

In the photo, the uniformed staff beamed with pure joy, surrounding Lucian—who was holding the marriage papers, a rare, soft smile gracing his lips—and Loyce, standing closely by his side, her eyes full of warmth.