The Day He Matured

Day after day, Brian and I gradually got used to the routine of work.

He runs Sunshine Bank and a representative branch of Hana Group and also manages BB company.

As for me, I can only assist him in running BB company.

From my dream of becoming a fashion designer, I am now the owner of a fairly large fashion company.

BB company’s representative office and workshop have been moved to another place and expanded the scale of business and production.

Today is the day orders placed according to Brian’s designs are exported to foreign countries.

Watching the container leave, my heart was filled with indescribable emotions when thinking about the past months. Satisfied. I am extremely satisfied.

“Richard.” I spoke up in surprise and quickly walked to the car that had just stopped in front of the company gate.

“Hello boss.” Richard smiled gently and handed me the huge box.

“What is this?”

“It’s your husband’s goods. Please give it to him for me. I was passing by here so I stopped by to give it to you.”

After saying that, he winked and got back into the car. I bent down and waved goodbye when I discovered there was someone in the back seat.

That girl is not a stranger but the lovely maid of Richard’s family. When she saw me, she leaned forward and waved.

It looks like there will soon be a second Brian. I’m happy for Richard. Finally, he opened his heart again.

Although I was quite curious, I still took the box home intact, without even opening it.

Today is Saturday, so the whole way home, I was busy thinking about what I would cook for Brian to eat tomorrow.

We both eat out all week, so we have to eat a lot on the weekend to replenish nutrients for our bodies.

“Oh, today he came home earlier than me.” I smiled when I saw Brian quickly running toward the gate.

“Go take a shower and then eat. I came home early today to cook your favorite dishes.” He took the box in my hand and pulled me inside.

My stomach was hungry so I took a quick shower and then rushed to the dining table. The feeling of coming home from work and having someone prepare a sumptuous meal is also called happiness.

Brian thoughtfully peeled crabs for me, cut grilled pork for me, and took care of me like when we were dating.

When the meal ended, he took over washing the dishes and asked me to go to the bedroom to iron his clothes.

Although I was surprised because tomorrow was Sunday and the company and bank were both closed, I still did as he said.

And the moment I pushed the door open and stepped in, I exclaimed when I saw the pure white wedding dress hanging right in the middle of the room.

Extremely beautiful. Extremely gorgeous. I can recognize that this is a product designed by my husband.

Maybe Brian and I are destined. This dress appeared in my dream a long time ago.

I had a dream but when I woke up I couldn’t remember the details of the dress but when I saw this dress I remembered it. Very familiar.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, I quickly turned around and saw Brian’s eyes filled with love. He came forward, grabbed my hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed the back of my hand.

“Bella, let’s have a wedding. I personally designed and borrowed Richard’s factory for several months to make this wedding dress for you. So please agree.”

How could I shake my head even though I had told him before that I only needed a marriage certificate?

I really don’t want to have only the groom’s relatives at my wedding when I’m not an orphan.

“We will go to your relatives’ house and give them wedding invitations. Dear wife, you are no longer a homeless girl anymore, you have everything, so don’t feel inferior. Furthermore, I believe time has also made them think differently. Perhaps they have regretted it for a long time, but they have no way to proactively meet you.” He raised his hand to brush away the stray hairs in front of my face and said.

“Yes. I will do as you wish.”

“Very good. Come on, let me help you try on the dress. Don’t be surprised because I didn’t take your measurements but I still sew it to fit you. I measure by hand every night.”

I felt like blood was rushing to my face. This guy sometimes says lewd things like this. I’m also looking forward to wearing a wedding dress.

After nodding softly, I relaxed my body and let Brian help me.

The moment he brought me in front of the mirror, I realized I was beautiful even without makeup.

It turns out that this is what I looked like when I became a bride. The dress fits me well.

“My wife is so beautiful. Today, you have turned my dream into reality. I have always wanted to put on my wife a wedding dress that I created myself.” Brian wrapped his arms around my waist, put his head on my shoulder, and looked at the reflection of both of us in the mirror.

I choked with emotion, quickly turned around, and proactively kissed him on the lips.

Who said marriage kills love? My husband is becoming more and more sweet and cheesy.

There were many nights when I suddenly woke up and saw him not sleeping but looking at me with wide eyes.

When I asked him, he said he looked at me to miss me less because we were too busy with work and didn’t get to see each other much.

“We will write wedding invitations for your relatives too. I have already prepared everything. Send invitations to guests and next week we will walk down the aisle together. My grandfather and relatives in the US will fly here in the middle of next week.”

“Yes.”

I obediently let him change the dress for me and then together wrote the wedding invitation. My relatives are also many.

Brian didn’t let me write because he was afraid my hands would get tired and hurt, so he just asked me to read the guests’ names to him.

And when the dawn just appeared, we immediately got in the car and headed to the land where I was born and raised.

I went to my hometown with Brian once. I used to think that was the first and only time I brought my boyfriend to visit my parents, so my feelings now are indescribable. I’m incredibly happy.

Perhaps Brian was right, when the elders saw me bringing my husband to their house to greet them and give them invitations, they all shed tears, blessed me, and also said sorry.

Time can make good people worse, but it can also make bad people better. That is the elixir called “time”.

Leaving my hometown, Brian continued to take me to the orphanage to visit the nuns and give gifts to the orphans.

We cannot transport too many artifacts, so we can only donate money to support the costs of taking care of the children here.

He took out the envelope and gave it to the nun, and I distributed a few bags of cookies to the children.

“Why don’t you tell me that you gave a hundred thousand dollars to the nuns to expand the orphanage and treat the children?” Brian asked after returning to my side.

“I think it’s not necessary. Even if you say I’m a money lover, you still love me.” I smiled and winked at him.

“Having a wife who loves money is also good. I will be motivated to earn money.” He nodded and held out his hand.

I held his hand and walked along the moss-covered hallway, telling him the pleasant memories I had here.

We stopped in front of the old nun’s room for a long time and then went in. The old piano is still here, but she has passed away.

“I will play a song for you.”

Brian gently stroked my hair and sat down. His fingers rhythmically played on the keys and the familiar melody of that song sounded.

I sat next to him, resting my head on his broad shoulder, dreamily watching the afternoon rays of sunlight pour in from the gaps in the corrugated iron roof, carrying with it tiny, flying dust particles.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

“Brian, it’s lucky that after the time you and I were apart, we were still able to come back together.” I whispered in his ear when the sound of the piano stopped.

“I once gave up, wanted to follow my grandfather’s wishes, marry Hellen, inherit the property, make money like a machine, and perform the role of a husband as a duty. However, I know I can’t do it. Then when I see you again, I feel excited again, know how to love again, and know how to fight for love.”

I burst out laughing when I heard Brian utter the word “fight”. Love is like a war, right?

But I still wonder a lot. He also loved Hellen dearly but did not give himself and her a chance to get back together.

Thinking for a while, I decided to ask and the answer I received from my husband was beyond my imagination.

It turns out that the reason Hellen broke up with him was not because she was passionate about the catwalk.

That year, she accidentally heard Brian’s family’s secret and she knew that Brian was just an adopted child. Because she was afraid that he would not have the right to inherit the Hana group, she broke up with him.

“I overheard the conversation between her and her friend when I went to her house to try to hold her back. Although after Hellen became mature, she no longer valued money or status and was willing to be with me even though I had nothing, at that time, you were in my heart.”

“Ah, I suddenly remembered something. On the day you beat Martin, I secretly looked at your computer and saw that your computer wallpaper was a photo of Hellen. Didn’t you already love me at that time? Why do you still set her picture as your computer wallpaper to look at?” I sat up straight and asked him.

“No, I installed your picture. Maybe I used your face to put it on the model photo on the Pitu app so you saw it wrong. It’s you, not Hellen.”

I couldn’t say another word, I just smiled, held Brian’s hand, and walked around the vast rice fields.

So peaceful, romantic, and poetic. The rice fields are green and lush in the afternoon breeze, carrying the scent of the countryside caressing my nose.

The decision to go to the bustling city to find my future that year was truly right. Yes, I once regretted falling in love with him, causing us both to fall into a quagmire of suffering. But now I realize that I have to go through the rain and snow to enjoy the sunny days, and I have to endure pain to understand love.

I whispered the melody of the song “Golden Rock Life”, a lyrical song composed by a talented musician and also a monk.

And I didn’t expect that my husband also knew the lyrics. He squeezed my hand and sang with me in the chilly afternoon wind.

The moment the last sound ended, Brian bent down, hugged my shoulders tightly, and placed a sweet, deep kiss on my lips. I close my eyes, enjoy, receive, and respond to this loving gesture.

The afternoon sunlight warms him and me, the wind caresses him and me. Thunderstorms will be a thing of the past. As long as we are together, even if a storm sweeps through, it will only be an opportunity to grow together.