His Beloved Mate

Maggie committed suicide by jumping off a building. Her appearance was hurt badly.

With his trembling hands, Cassie uncovered the cloth covering the ice coffin.

The make-up artist in the funeral home had already made up for Maggie, and she looked as if she had fallen asleep peacefully.

Compared with the heartbreaking cries in the next hall, Cassie's quietness was more mournful.

She lowered her head, tears streaming down.

Her throat was sore. She wanted to say a lot, but now she couldn't say a word.

Noticing the tears on Cassie's eyelashes, Dylan felt his heart softened.

He quietly handed the handkerchief to her from the pocket of his suit, and inexplicably reached out to hold her shoulder in his arms. "Auntie is in the heaven, and she won't want to see you like this."

Cassie took his handkerchief and wiped her tears. Winter was cold. There was no air conditioner in the funeral home. The cold wind poured into the room, and her nose was slightly red.

After wiping off the tears, Cassie turned around and said, "Please cremate her."

Dylan waved his hand, and then someone went to do it. The cemetery was located in the suburb. The European style black iron fence door was opened. There were all kinds of small graves and evergreen shrubs on both sides of the tomb.

Standing in front of the tomb, Cassie couldn't help choking, she burned incense and placed some offerings. She said softly, "Mom, why don't you wait for me to come back... You was fine when I left, but when I came back, you became a narrow tomb."

Seeing Cassie's' pale face, Dylan didn't know how to comfort her. He wanted to comfort her, but he said, "Don't forget what I said."

"You can cry, but don't be so desperate."

Watching the joss sticks in front of her gradually turn into ashes, Cassie stood up and wiped her tears. She smiled and said to Dylan, "Let's go."

"Are you really not sad anymore?", Dylan was surprised by her.

Cassie nodded and said, "Sometimes, sadness doesn't have to be shown on face. It's enough to keep it in mind. Besides, didn't you just say that I couldn't cry desperately?"

The corners of Dylan's mouth lifted slightly. He seemed to be satisfied with her answer.

and walked forward. Cassie said, "You don't have to do

"I'm afraid of

afraid of media, why did you marry me so quickly. Won't they

What did you say? " Dylan turned around and gave her

her senses and looked at Dylan with a silly

Bureau. They took photos, get the marriage certificate sealed and got it. They completed the marriage

Cassie's answer

out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, she took out the red marriage certificate and looked at it. She was

she turned around and went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to flash marry a man she had known for only a few days. A bitter smile

true. You don't have to confirm it,"

to her senses, and the

spread the news of marriage for the time

scratched her head

an intellectual disabilities person, "Do you want others to say

blurted out, "Isn't

at her and she shut

will take a long time for the media to make groundless accusations based on those photos.

we are going to make a

"Sort of."

hand, Dylan

was confused by his words. Then they got into the car hand

the price of 1, 700, 000, 000. There was no other reason for him

driving on the road and no one could be seen within five kilometers. Then Cassie asked Dylan, "It's a waste to spend time on the road every day. Aren't business elites like you always regard time

her to say so. He glanced at Cassie and

and often flew around on business. It was inconvenient to live

"……"

of Cassie's eyes twitched slightly. Damn it! She was wrong. She was not supposed to worry that

her expression? Afraid of

like this, Dylan said slowly, "But don't worry. Since we're married,

kept staring at him and shouted in her heart, 'I'm willing to stay alone!' I do!

up. It seemed that her bad mood during this period of

arrived at the gate of a European style iron fence. The door opened automatically. After driving for a long time, she finally saw the luxurious buildings like