Chapter 683

"Tina, I will tell you now that I would prefer to marry a beggar on the roadside, if I had to make a choice between you and a beggar," Greg paused a second before he went on. "Your rage should be directed at me, and if you dare to harm Violet again, I'll kill you!"

Greg put emphasis on his last sentence, letting her know he was not kidding.

With that, Greg turned and walked out of the ward.

Roger and Tina were still in the ward. Roger looked at Tina, who was still stunned, and called,"Tina."

Seeing no response from Tina, Roger went on,"Tina, Tina."

"Eh?" Tina finally came back to herself.

"What were you going to tell me? Is there something I don't know about Violet? Tell me," Roger asked anxiously.

"Roger? You don't think Greg was serious, right? He just wanted to frighten me by telling me that, right? He couldn't possibly mean it, could he?" Tina asked dwelling on Greg's threat.

Out by the hospital's entrance, Greg finally caught up with Violet. He grabbed her by the arm trying to stop her.

"Violet," called Greg gently.

"Let me go! Don't touch me!" Violet called out, drawing the attention of strangers passing by.

Seeing how upset Violet still was, Greg looked around, and he thought he shouldn't leave her alone on the street.

Without saying a word, Greg held Violet's arm tightly as he led her straight to the parking lot. He wasn't about to let Violet walk away again, not now that he finally got her back.

After taking Violet to his car, Greg got in the car, revved the engine, and took off out of the parking lot without saying anything to her.

Sitting in the car, Violet watched the scenery through the window as she cried. Greg didn't know what to say to comfort her, so, for now, he decided to say nothing.

When they got to the apartment, Greg got out, walked around to Violet's side and got her out of the car. They went straight into the apartment together.

"What are we doing here? Where did you bring me?" Violet asked looking around.

Greg held Violet's hand and kept walking without answering her.

Pushing the door open, Greg walked into the room holding tight to Violet's hand. Looking at the decor of the room, Violet was stunned, and so was Greg.

The room they were staring into was in a modern style, done in light blue, with a warm, comfortable feel to it. The walls were Violet's favorite color, lavender. The design was unique, as were the color and art. The attention to detail took Violet's breath away.

Being amazed at what she saw, Violet stood there a moment, then slowly walked into the room. She came to the doorway of the bedroom and saw the layout. She gasped and clamped her hand over her mouth. The home was stunning.

It wasn't a large apartment, it only had one bedroom. There was another room which was a study. Every piece of furnishing, each detail to the decor was carefully designed, and the style matched Violet's tastes perfectly.

Overwhelmed by excitement, Violet stuttered,"H-here..."

Leaving the doorway, Greg walked over to stand behind Violet and wrapped his arms around her tiny waist. He leaned his chin on her shoulder, and whispered in her ear,"This is our home."

"Our? Home?" Violet repeated slowly. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. It was fantastic to have a home with Greg, but, she wasn't ready for that.

"Yes, you're the owner," declared Greg. He took Violet's hand palm up, and dropped a bunch of keys in it. "From now on, you make all the decisions in our home."

"But..." Violet was at a loss for words. She wasn't even sure what was going on. She hadn't forgotten what Tina just said. Those hateful words lingered, bouncing around in her mind. Why was Greg suddenly giving her an apartment?

"Violet, I love you. I want to give you a home. I want to be with you and protect you forever," Greg whispered while leaning against Violet's ear.

After hearing Greg, Violet couldn't care less about what other people said earlier. In her mind, there was only her and Greg. As long as Greg loved her, and treated like he always had, Violet would forever be happy.

Violet faced Greg, and saw his love plainly for her in his eyes. Seeing his feelings for her in his beautiful eyes, made her heart skip a beat.

"Greg, did you know that ever since I started working, I wanted a home of my own? I didn't mean the home with my parents, you know?" said Violet in a gentle tone.

"Well, now you have a home. Does it make you happy?" asked Greg expectantly.

"Yes, I'm very happy," nodded Violet with a serious expression on her face as she replied.

Words weren't needed. Greg felt the harmonious atmosphere between them. He had wanted to give her a home and keep her by his side forever. He would always take care of her and love her forever.

As the mood changed little by little, the two embraced and kissed each other.

The bedroom was a dim, romantic haze, with the sun filtering through a small gap being the only light coming into the room.

Reclining in the bed, Greg looked down at the woman sleeping in his arms. He was bursting with joy. From now on, he could tell anyone in the world that Violet was his woman. She had become his woman. Being able to see her when he woke up, feel her in his arms sleeping gave him a sense of peace and contentment.

Greg stroked Violet's cheek gently and straightened the stray hairs from her forehead.

Even thought Violet wasn't fully awake, she felt someone touching her and involuntarily moved.

Feeling the tiny movements Violet made, Greg immediately stopped moving his hands, and then watched Violet blinking her eyes open.

"Are you awake?" asked Greg gently.

"Mmmhmmm," replied a shy, red-faced Violet. She lowered her eyes, daring not look into Greg's.

"What's this? Are you shy?" asked Greg as his lips curled upwards into a grin.

"You already know the answer," replied Violet shyly.

Greg chuckled and lowered his head whispering into Violet's ear,"To be honest, you are delicious."

"Stop saying that Greg! I hate you!" Violet exclaimed, slapping Greg's chest. As she moved a bit, pain shot through the lower half of her, making her frown immediately.

"What's wrong?" asked Greg when he saw the pained expression flash across Violet's face. She looked as though she felt uncomfortable.

"It's all your fault," answered Violet pretending to be angry as she looked at Greg out of the corner of her eye.

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry. I'll be more gentle next time," coaxed Greg. "But it always hurts the first time. It'll be better next time."

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"Greg, stop saying that! Aren't you ashamed at what we've done?" Violet squealed while pulling the quilt up, covering her face, and refusing to look at Greg.

"No, I'm not ashamed. Why are you so shy? It's only you and I here," chuckled Greg, a smug look on his face.

"Greg, don't act so egotistical! We don't have the marriage license yet, you know? You'd better be polite to me," said Violet.

"That's no big deal. We'll go down to the Civil Affairs Bureau at nine o'clock tomorrow morning and get one," declared Greg as casually as if he was just getting home to have a cup of tea. It seemed that it was effortless for him to get a marriage license.