Chapter 73: Eternal Union

When he conversed with Clara Bennett, his emotions would shift based on her attitude towards him. This personality was quite dangerous. Once he felt offended or angered, and the thought of revenge arose in his mind, William Foster would immediately alter his demeanor, becoming cold and ruthless, and start calculating how to counterattack with a lethal blow. When they arrived at the location where the wedding gifts were placed, Clara quickly found a box covered with cloth, gently moving aside a small handmade plaque that read "Eternal Union." "This is so thoughtful. This little tag must have been specially customized for our big day, right?" She curiously asked her partner beside her. To this, William Foster merely nodded indifferently and gave a faint reply, "Yes." His voice was low yet polite, seeming unwilling to say much more. Clara didn’t notice the subtle change in her boyfriend’s mood and continued cheerfully bending over to untie the decorative red string and stickers. While she was carefully working on it, she suddenly heard William Foster’s voice questioning from behind, "Why did you choose to marry secretly in this way?" This question obviously took Clara by surprise, but as a professional woman, she quickly adjusted her expression before turning to look at him. "You know, because I am planning to enter the entertainment industry and develop my career. Before officially debuting, if I rashly announced our marriage, it would certainly cause a lot of unnecessary trouble, as there are not many girls who have just started to shine or haven’t yet truly entered this industry who would do something like that." After listening to the entire explanation, William Foster felt somewhat surprised. Clearly, this answer wasn’t the kind of ordinary reply he expected. However, before he could further inquire, Clara’s exclamation had already been heard. During the conversation, she had successfully opened the lid of a small box filled with various jewelry. The dazzling golden glow inside almost made everyone’s eyes light up. "Wow! You actually prepared such a lavish gift as a dowry! How much are these gold items worth? A whole box full of golden treasures looks as dazzling as something out of a fairy tale, and it’s not disguised samples made of chocolate, right?" She joked while her eyes were filled with a barely concealed passion and love. William Foster said calmly, "Every item in this box is genuine, all are pure gold, silver, and various precious gemstones. Conservatively estimated, their total value is around four to five billion. My dear, imagine when you step into the social scene as a single noble, those handsome suitors will surely flock to you, eagerly inviting you to various parties and events." "At that time, you will linger between luxurious banquets, enjoying the excitement and joy that come with the bright lights and vibrant scenes, while I can only guard this home alone, filled with thoughts and worries about you. Just imagining such a scenario has already made me feel very uncomfortable." Upon hearing this, Clara naturally envisioned herself attending various prestigious gatherings: being immersed in colorful, bustling venues, surrounded by handsome young idols and talented Hollywood stars. After a night of revelry, perhaps accidentally stained with the vibrant hue of another woman’s lipstick on her way back home. Returning late at night, a long-waiting William Foster notices a faint trace on her collar, immediately becoming anxious and stammering as he questions Clara. "How come there’s suddenly a lipstick mark on your shirt? Did you meet someone you shouldn’t have outside?" At this moment, Clara couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Seeing Clara still laughing there, William Foster frowned deeply, feeling a surge of displeasure inside. How could this woman still have the face to smile so joyfully? So William Foster directly asked, "I’m asking my little wife, why are you so happy? Can you tell me?" "The reason I’m laughing is that the scenario you set up for yourself is just too fascinating." Clara turned to face William Foster, her tone filled with teasing, "Especially the part about ’keeping the empty house,’ it’s simply brilliant." Clara pondered to herself how someone with such a knack for drama didn’t try writing novels depicting the psychology of grievance women; what a waste of talent. However, William Foster didn’t think there was any issue, instead, he earnestly said, "Did I say anything wrong? I can neither publicly tell everyone that I am your husband, nor brazenly go to your work to find you. I have to carefully hide, making sure no one discovers—" "Hold on, who said you can’t come to find me?" Clara said, puzzled, "The film crew can accept visits, so you can come anytime you want. Isn’t it convenient for you to fly?" Strange, wasn’t William Foster always abroad and just recently returned to the country? If he truly had so much free time to stay at home, he could completely fly over to see her. William Foster was momentarily stumped by this question, then he asked her in return, "Can I really come and visit the set?" Clara raised her eyebrows, assuredly said, "Of course you can, you are welcome anytime. If you really want to adopt some reclusive homebody approach, I can find a way to hide you in the hotel where I’m staying with the crew." Clara suddenly found her own idea quite amusing. Imagine, she goes out to shoot scenes and earn money, and when she returns to her hotel room, she finds a handsome husband waiting for her, who greets her warmly as soon as she enters: "Sweetheart, you’re back." "Would you like to have a bite to eat first, take a bath, or is there anything else you need?" Cough, Clara felt a bit embarrassed and broke off her wild imagination. In any case, such things were not unacceptable to her. However, William Foster was completely stunned, swallowing a gulp, and incredulously asked, "When I get there, how will you introduce our relationship to others?" Clara replied, "We are secretly married, so naturally, we can’t make our marriage public; just say you’re my boyfriend. Tell them that we’ll be getting married in the future." William Foster’s throat moved slightly, feeling somewhat moved, and his eyes revealed a hint of complex emotion: "Do you understand what your words mean? I can’t see, my legs are not well, if I told people in the crew about this, they might... mock you for being with a crip—" "Stop! Stop with that word!" Clara immediately became serious, her gaze firm as she looked at him, her tone filled with unquestionable determination.