Chapter 1190


    Nine-thirty in the morning.


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    Two people came out of the Civil Affairs Department.


    With their marriage certificate in Yvonne''s hand, they walked out extremely happy.


    She stood under the sun, looking at their certificates as if she wasn''t sure whether this was a dream


    or reality.


    She gawked at their marriage certificate. She was so cute that Zachary couldn''t help butugh as


    he stood beside her.


    "It''s real. We''re married." As if he had guessed what she was thinking, he answered her thoughts.


    Yvonne looked at the tall man beside her in a blur. His gaze went deep into her heart against the


    sunlight. He was just like the sunlight shining on the most hidden corner of her heart, making all her


    worries disappear.


    She took a deep breath, revealing a pair of dimples and her cherry red lips.


    "I know it''s real. I''m sure it''s real. So this is what a marriage certificate looks like. It''s nice." Yvonne


    looked like an innocent child with her eyes curved into a smile as she looked at Zachary.


    It was rare for Zachary to see her in such high spirits; his eyes were filled with warmth. "Keep both


    of them with you."


    As soon as he got his copy of the marriage certificate, he gave it to her and said to keep the both of


    them with her.


    Yvonne looked at the photo the both of them took together. Zachary leaned slightly against her


    head, and she leaned slightly against Zachary.


    The both of them smiled happily in the photo. It was a bright smile that they rarely saw on each


    other''s faces.


    She then looked at the stamp of the Civil Affairs Department; it was proof that they were legally


    married.


    Only then did Yvonne carefully ce their marriage certificate into her leather bag.


    Zachary extended his arm.


    Yvonne paused. She immediately understood that he wanted her to hold his arm. She happily


    obliged, and the two of them walked to the car park, got into the car, and went straight to the airport.


    "We''re not going to drive there?" Yvonne was a little surprised.


    "No, Soutnd is our hometown anyway, and we have a car over there," Zachary replied. "I moved


    most of my business to Northern City. The business in Soutnd is my family''s. I''m only managing


    it because my father and grandfather had entrusted it to me."


    Yvonne knew that Zachary had established thepany in Northern City himself. It was a different


    business from the Lowe family.


    He was indeed the future of the Lowe family; he was the only highly capable one in the entire family.


    Once again, Yvonne deeply understood Zachary''s father. Even though his request back then had


    been cruel, it had also resulted in Zachary''s aplishments.


    Yvonne loved this man deeply, but she also knew Zachary well. If he had been deeply trapped in


    love, he would not be able to go far. So as she grew older, she understood even more why


    Zachary''s father had made that request. Their breakup that year had shaped them into who they


    were now.


    If the two of them had stayed together, gotten married, and had children earlier, perhaps they


    wouldn''t be who they were now.


    They would probably have already lost themselves


    in blind love.


    Now, at least they had matured a lot.


    The ne took off andnded in Soutnd within an hour.


    After getting off the ne, the Lowe family chauffeur came to pick them up. Yvonne sat in the car


    and heard Zachary ask the chauffeur, "Have you bought all the gifts that I asked for?"


    "Yes, Young Master. Everything is ready ording to your instructions," the chauffeur replied.


    Yvonne could see that this person wasn''t just a simple chauffeur.


    Zachary nodded. "Okay, bring the gifts. We''re going to the Attwood family."


    "We''re going now?" Yvonne asked in shock.


    Zachary nodded in response.


    The Chauffeur then asked, "Young Master, which house would that be?"


    "Oh, the one on 1 Lively Lane." Yvonne quickly gave him her home address.


    The chauffeur nced at her from the rearview mirror.


    Zachary caught sight of this. He nced at the chauffeur and introduced her, "This is my wife, the


    mistress of the Lowe family."


    "Ah, hello, Mrs. Lowe," the chauffeur hurriedly greeted her.


    He was taken aback at the same time.


    Yvonne also hurriedly answered, "Hello, hello."


    Zachary held her hand from the side and said softly, "You don''t have to be so straightced."


    "Okay." She nodded and smiled at him. She would still need some getting used to.


    Zachary''s calm gaze had encouraged her greatly. Her nervous heart was instantly rxed.


    The Lowe family.


    Yvonne didn''t expect that a car would be parked at the entrance of Lively Lane.


    When they arrived, they couldn''t enter because of that car.


    Yvonne''s family was not rich. Her parents were divorced. Her father had custody over her, but he


    had formed his new family, so her grandmother practically raised her.


    Her grandmother, ine Attwood, was neither good nor bad toward her.


    She had mixed feelings about the Attwood family in Soutnd.


    She had hoped toe back, but she also feltplicated.


    Especially when she came back from abroad with two-year-old Maria, ine was furious when she


    found out she had given birth to a child before marriage. So, she made her kneel all night until she


    confessed who the father was.


    Yvonne didn''t confess. She would rather kneel than confess about this matter.


    That was a secret that she wanted to keep in her heart.


    ine epted Maria eventually, but she insisted on finding a partner for Yvonne.


    So when Maria came back at the age of four, she found Wesley. Yvonne didn''t know where her


    grandmother had found him, but he had somehow fallen in love with her.


    She then left once again and headed for the Northern City.


    She knew that Zachary had gone to Northern City. She wanted to be closer to him, so she went


    there as well.


    She had already forgotten about Wesley, but she didn''t expect that they would meet again.


    Yvonne stood at the entrance of thene for a long time, motionless.


    Another chauffeur stood by the car with the chauffeur who had picked them up just now, waiting for


    instructions.


    Zachary tidied up his suit slightly and held Yvonne''s hand.


    Yvonne turned around to look at him.


    "Don''t be afraid," he reassured her. "Leave everything to me."


    Yvonne''s feelings was a mess, and the emotions in her eyes wereplicated.


    Zachary then said to the chauffeurs, "Knock on the door and send in all the gifts."


    "Yes, sir."


    Soon, there was a knock on the door.


    The chauffeurs then entered, carrying the gifts.


    Yvonne and Zachary stood below the old-fashioned resident. The railings of the stairs were rusted,


    making the house look like something from an ancient era.


    This was where ine lived. Her father lived in a different house with his family and wasn''t very


    wealthy.


    "Who is it?" An olddy''s voice came from behind the door.


    Yvonne''s body stiffened in an instant.


    It was her grandmother''s voice.


    Zachary grasped Yvonne''s hand tightly.


    "Hello Madam ine, we are from the Lowe family. Our Young Master and Young Madam would like


    to see you."


    "Who is your Young Master?" Madam ine asked in surprise. She stood by the door. It was an old


    lady with a head full of white hair. She tilted her head and looked outside.


    At first nce, she saw Yvonne, and then she saw Zachary, who was holding Yvonne''s hand.


    The old woman''s expression changed, and her eyes were filled with understanding. She squinted at


    her granddaughter and remarked coldly, "No wonder you looked down on Wesley. It turns out that


    you fancy a brat."