Sophia moved away from his embrace and turned her back to him, lying down.
Seeing this, Evan's lips curled up slightly. "Our parents are having dinner together tomorrow. I’ll pick you up after work?"
"Okay."
……
The next afternoon, Evan picked up Sophia and brought her to the hotel, where their parents had just arrived.
The parents greeted each other warmly, especially Mrs. Lancaster, who held onto Mrs. Hunter's hand and chatted non-stop. Sophia couldn’t believe how talkative her usually reserved mother had become.
In the private room, Sophia sat quietly beside Evan, watching the two mothers chat animatedly. She gave Evan a helpless look.
Evan chuckled, glanced at them, but said nothing.
Before the food arrived, Mrs. Hunter left the room.
Soon after, Sophia also excused herself to the restroom.
Just as she entered a stall, she heard Mrs. Hunter’s voice from outside.
“Yes, my son chose his wife himself. When he saw Sophia’s photo, he immediately told me that he wanted to marry her. When I asked him why did he like her, do you know what he said?”
Whatever the person on the other end of the phone said made Mrs. Hunter laugh heartily.
“You guessed it right! He said, ‘She’s the one.’ I quietly followed him to see this girl, and she was exactly what I hoped for. Most importantly, he liked her. Later, I found out they were classmates…”
As Mrs. Hunter walked away, Sophia sat in the stall, her emotions a whirlwind. She never knew there was such a story behind their arranged meeting.
She had seen Evan’s photo before the blind date, but having gone on so many dates, she didn’t have any expectations.
And even if she had seen his photo, she might not have recognized him right away. Evan, the top student from back then, had changed a lot in ten years.
……
When she returned to the private room, the dishes were served, and they were just waiting for her to start.
Evan considerately placed food on her plate, and she discreetly observed him. Polite and elegant, he was quite good-looking.
Drawing her gaze back, she ate silently.
That night, when Evan came out of the bathroom, he found Sophia staring at their marriage certificates laid out on the bed.
He walked over and hugged her. "What are you thinking about?"
Sophia didn’t look up, sighed softly, “Evan, I think I got the short end of the stick.”
“Hm?” Evan didn’t understand her seemingly out-of-nowhere comment.
Sophia raised her eyes to him, “If I had known in high school that you would be my future husband, I would’ve tried to develop a better relationship with you.”
Then she wouldn’t have failed to recognize him ten years later and almost divorced him.
Evan chuckled, “Why are you thinking about this all of a sudden?”
Sophia sat up straight and asked, “Evan, tell me the truth. Would you marry whoever you met on that blind date?”
Although she knew the answer, she wanted to hear it from him.
Evan, thinking she might have pre-wedding jitters, ruffled her messy hair and said, “Don’t overthink it. I’m not that casual.”
“Then why did you want to get the marriage certificate with me right after the arranged blind date?”
“Do you really want to know?”
“Yes!”
Evan smiled indulgently and pulled her into his arms, recounting the events of that day.
It matched what Mrs. Hunter had said. Sophia was silent.
“What’s wrong? Are you angry?” Evan looked at the suddenly quiet woman in his arms, feeling a bit uncertain.
From his angle, he could see her long eyelashes.
After a long while, she turned around in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and starting to kiss him.
Evan raised an eyebrow, surprised by her initiative.
He always found her irresistible, especially when she took the lead.
She whispered softly, “Evan, thank you for loving me for so many years. In the future, I will love you just as much, through sickness and health, never letting go."
……
The wedding day was lively and bustling.
Evan’s colleagues all showed up, surprised to hear he had already gotten the marriage certificate six months ago and was only now holding the wedding. They teased him, demanding he drink as a penalty. Evan, in a good mood, agreed with a smile.
Seeing he was drinking a lot, Sophia grew worried. "Stop drinking so much. You might get sick."
Someone teased, “Oh, look, the bride is worried about our Dr. Hunter. Should we let her drink for him?”
Sophia reached for the glass, but before she could take it, Evan intercepted it.
“My wife can’t hold her liquor. If she gets drunk, who will take care of me tonight?”
Everyone laughed heartily, and they didn’t push the matter further.
Meanwhile, their classmates were reminiscing.
As Evan and Sophia approached to toast them, one classmate mentioned, “Do you remember when that guy from the neighboring class, Leo, got beaten up?”
Several people chimed in agreement.
“Of course, I was there when it happened!”
“What’s the story? I don’t remember. Tell us what’s so special about it.”
“You don’t know? That was the first time our top student, Evan, ever got into a fight. They say it was over a girl…”
Sophia, just arriving beside them, overheard this. She looked at Evan, but his expression remained unchanged as he toasted their friends.
Sophia then turned to the classmate who had spoken, “I didn’t know our top student ever fought over a girl. Tell me, which beauty was so captivating?”
The male classmate, surprised to hear Sophia’s voice behind him, froze momentarily. Quickly regaining his composure, he teased, “The protagonist is right beside you. Ask him directly.”
“Yeah, ask him directly.”
Several classmates joined in the fun.
Evan leaned in and asked quietly, “Do you have something to ask me?”
Sophia: “…”
So, the protagonist involved didn’t even listen to the conversation?
But it was their wedding day, and Sophia didn’t want to make things difficult for him. She smiled and said to her classmates, “I’ll make sure to question him thoroughly when we get home.”
Everyone laughed and cheered.
By the time they returned home after the banquet, both were exhausted.
Evan had drunk some hangover tea before leaving, so he felt much better now.
When Sophia came out of the bathroom, Evan was already in bed, having taken his own shower.
She stood by the bed for a moment, then walked over and pulled back his blanket. “Evan, get up. I have something to ask you.”
