The next morning, Isabelle opened her eyes. Looking back on yesterday's wedding, it still felt like a dream.
She turned her head to look at the handsome boy sleeping soundly beside her and gently stroked his youthful cheek. From today, from this moment onward, Albert had finally become her husband in the eyes of the law. He truly belonged to her.
Those pretty girls with ulterior motives should finally give up.
As a woman herself, Isabelle knew perfectly well that girls would hardly compromise on certain matters. No one wanted to become someone else's secret lover, so they no longer had a chance.
Though they had never had a chance from the beginning, men could always make mistakes, and the fact that others were always coveting him still bothered her somewhat.
"Ha, good morning."
Albert groggily opened his eyes and covered a yawn with his hand.
"Morning. Time to get up."
Isabelle brushed aside the hair at her temple, propped herself up, and lightly kissed Albert on the forehead.
"I'm so sleepy. Let's sleep a little longer."
Albert's eyelids still felt heavy, and he wanted to go back to sleep.
"Anyway, there's nothing important to do today."
The traditional rituals had been canceled outright because their families had all left, so on the first day of their marriage, the newlyweds began their honeymoon.
"Get up and eat something first. You should be hungry, right?" Isabelle gently nudged Albert. When he did not react, she slipped her hand beneath the blankets and woke the drowsy Albert up.
"Honestly," Albert muttered. "How are you even bolder than I am?"
The girl wore only a thin beige nightgown. Meeting Albert's gaze, she showed no embarrassment at all. She wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and softly suggested, "If you're still sleepy,