The Bound Between Us

Chapter 4

Anastasia could no longer move the huge box, her hands were losing strength. Just when the box was about to hit the ground, a pair of hands suddenly held it up, and a deep voice sounded from above.

“Let me help you“.

Anastasia looked up, and the man before her handed her his umbrella, took the large box from her hands, and started moving toward the residential area. She was stunned for a couple of seconds, then quickly snapped back to reality, hurriedly catching up to the man to hold the umbrella for him.

Herman had done his homework on Anastasia, so he knew exactly where she lived and skillfully managed to haul the box to her apartment building, leaving it by the elevator.

“Thank you so much, Anastasia expressed her gratitude. “I really don’t know how to thank you. If it wasn’t for you, my stuff would’ve gotten soaked. I can give you some money, or maybe treat you to a meal.”

Anastasia had face blindness and was also myopic. She forgot to wear her contact lenses that day, and her glasses were left in the car, so she didn’t recognize the man in front of her. The man who had been her husband for a few days.

If you counted carefully, they only met for an hour that day. They hadn’t communicated at all in the past few days.

She was truly grateful for the man’s help. If the stuff had fallen and gotten wet, the loss would’ve been significant.

Herman gazed deeply at Anastasia, saying, “You don’t have to give me money, or treat me to a meal. Just invite me up for a glass of water.”

In the middle of the night, a strange man was asking to enter her home, Anastasia understood what that meant. She immediately eyed the man suspiciously, any goodwill she had for him evaporating, “I’m… I’m married”

Herman smirked, “Seems like you haven’t completely forgotten. You’re aware you’re married.”

He moved closer to her, saying, “Well then, have a good look. Am I not your husband?”

When his handsome face was up close, Anastasia’s eyes widened in surprise, “You… you are…”

She forgot his name.

He sighed. “Herman.”

She blushed, asking, “When did you get back?”

“I just returned from a business trip in another city Herman explained, standing tall. I’ve been busy these past few days, so I couldn’t contact you.”

“It’s It’s alright.”

He nodded. I can see that.”

Whether he was there or not, it didn’t matter to her. Anastasia probably hadn’t adjusted to the fact that she had a husband and had even forgotten about

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Anastasia awkwardly explained, “I have face blindness, and I’m a bit myopic. I forgot to wear my glasses, and it was dark, so I didn’t recognize you. I didn’t do it on purpose.”

Anastasia’s clothes were soaked by the rain, sticking to her skin, and perfectly outlining her figure. Her features were delicate, her eyes bright, and she was incredibly beautiful. Particularly her chest, which was very eye–catching

Herman slightly furrowed his brows, taking off his coat to drape it over her. “Go change your clothes quickly. Don’t catch a cold”

Anastasia looked down and immediately blushed.

“Thanks!” She was embarrassed, wishing she could hide somewhere, then asked, “Your clothes are wet too. Do you want to come up and change into something dry?”

As soon as she asked, Anastasia regretted it. Would Herman misunderstand her intentions?

Herman looked at her with a smile, noting every subtle change in her expression. This woman was easily embarrassed.

She was completely different from the socialites he usually interacted with. She was like a wildflower growing on a cliff, unassuming, but resilient

Her shyness didn’t diminish her femininity. She wasn’t a flower nurtured in a greenhouse, she had a strong personality.

Seeing that he didn’t respond immediately, Anastasia was about to say something, but he said, “No.”

She was rejected, and Anastasia felt a bit awkward. He saw through her thoughts and continued, “It’s too late now. It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to meet your parents for the first time like this. I’ll prepare some gifts and visit formally another day.”

Anastasia replized that her previous suggestion was indeed inappropriate.

The elevator doors opened, and Herman helped move the large box inside, “You should get some rest, and make some preparations.”

Anastasia instinctively asked, “Prepare for what?”

Seeing her puzzled look, he laughed, “We’re legally married now. Shouldn’t you be moving in with me?”

Anastasia suddenly realized she’d completely forgotten about this. Legally married couples should live together. When she registered their marriage, she hadn’t thought about this. She was just satisfied with being a legal couple. If they lived together, would they have to share a bed?

Seeing the change in Anastasia’s expression, Herman knew she didn’t seem to be rejecting the idea.

Shed been so decisive when they got married, that she couldn’t hesitate now.

“…Alright.”