Melinda did not come back to her senses until Chen Cheng turned off the lights and went to sleep.
Seeing the red marks on her hands from gripping the bedsheets too hard, Melinda was so startled that she immediately let go of them.
She truly could not believe that the person filled with such twisted possessiveness just now had been herself. Yet whenever she thought of herself and Chen Cheng drifting farther and farther apart, a sense of unwillingness rose in her heart.
But why should she accept it? They were already legally married, so why should his heart be thinking of other women? Why should he want to abandon her?
Moreover, the version of herself in that world had already failed. How could she give up the excellent situation she had now and fail again?
Absolutely not. Absolutely not.
Nothing happened that night. Early the next morning, when Chen Cheng got up for his morning run, he ran into Melinda, who had risen early as well.
"Chen Cheng, there was something I forgot to tell you yesterday. About the wedding my parents mentioned—if you agree, then let's go look at wedding dresses today."
With faint dark circles beneath her eyes, Melinda looked at Chen Cheng and waited for his answer.
Though she did not outright say that she wanted him to agree, Chen Cheng could tell from her expression and tone that she did.
But it was still the same issue. Because of this world's bizarre nature, he did not feel much about registering their marriage. A wedding, however, was a more formal form of marriage to him.
Whenever he thought about these emotional matters, Chen Cheng felt as though his head was about to explode. If the person before him had been a powerful enemy, that would have