SEBASTIAN POV
I dragged her to where the car was parked, my frustration growing with each step, and opened the door for her to get in. But she still stood rigid, refusing to move, her defiance fueling my irritation.
I knew she was adamant and unwilling to go with me to the registrar, but I didn’t care. I was determined to make her see this through.
Why was she being so disobedient? I thought, anger simmering beneath the surface. She had chosen this option herself, willingly agreeing to marry me.
Hadn’t she promised to stand by me? Now, she was trying to go back on her words? Sasha must be kidding me.
Her constant nagging about how unnecessary it was to register our marriage only added to my annoyance. None of her words mattered to me right now.
I will get our marriage registered, and there’s nothing she’s going to do about it, I vowed, my resolve hardening.
“Do you plan on standing there forever? Aren’t you going to get into the car?” I asked, struggling to keep my tone even, suppressing the anger threatening to boil over.
Her stubbornness was pushing me to the edge, testing my patience. I could feel my temper fraying, thread by thread.
“I plan to stand here until you change your mind!” she protested, her voice laced with determination and defiance, her eyes flashing with stubbornness.
“Don’t you understand what I’m trying to tell you? We don’t need to get our marriage registered,” she emphasized.
I chuckled lightly, amusement dancing in my eyes. “Then you wouldn’t mind me carrying you into the car, right?” I inquired, my tone playful.
I walked slowly toward her, my smile boyish and teasing.
Her face immediately twisted into a frown, her expression a mix of annoyance and frustration.
She swiftly entered the car, taking her seat before I could reach her.
Silly girl, I thought, suppressing a grin. She was trying to act brave?
A smirk curved on my lips as I walked up to her. “I guess you’re ready to leave now,” I responded.
She shut the door, leaving me momentarily stunned.
A small laughter escaped my lips as I walked around to the driver’s side and zoomed off.
The drive to the registrar office was a silent one, Sasha refusing to speak to me throughout the ride.
I didn’t mind her silence; I knew she was just trying to act angry.
Her pout was adorable, and I found myself stealing glances at her.
We arrived at the registrar office, and we both stepped out of the car.
As we walked in, I felt a sense of triumph and satisfaction.
I had already made arrangements, so we were ushered in immediately upon arrival.
“Sir!” I heard my right-hand man, Roland, call out, his voice breaking the silence.
I turned to look at him, expectation etched on my face.
He must be here with what I had asked him to bring earlier, I thought, anticipation building.
“Do you have it with you?” I asked, impatience creeping into my tone.
Roland nodded, handing over a box containing the ring.
“Good,” I responded, relief washing over me.
I took the ring from him, my fingers closing around the box.
Roland took a quick bow and left immediately, discretion written all over his face.
“You bought a ring too?” Sasha asked, surprise lacing her voice.
I scoffed, a hint of amusement dancing in my eyes.
“What is a wedding without a ring?” I asked, my tone playful.
Sasha scoffed, her expression unreadable.
We stepped into the office, the weight of the moment settling in.
Our marriage was registered, and we exchanged our rings, the ceremony simple yet poignant.
Sasha’s voice trembled slightly as she spoke her vows.
“I take you, Sebastian, as my legal husband,” she said, her eyes avoiding mine.
I placed the ring on her delicate finger, my touch gentle.
“I take you, Sasha, as my legal wife,” I responded, my voice filled with emotion.
I smiled at her, hoping to see a glimmer of happiness.
But she never returned the smile, her expression stoic.
My heart sank, a pang of disappointment striking me.
We were asked to sign the marriage certificate, and we did so, our signatures sealing our union.
The official pronounced us husband and wife, and we accepted our marriage license.
As we left the office and headed for the car, Sasha’s silence was palpable, her moody demeanor a stark contrast to her usual vibrant self.
Her frown deepened, etching worry lines on her face.
I couldn’t help but notice the change in her, my concern growing.
Where was the talkative, stubborn Sasha I knew?
This calm, sad version was unsettling.
I tried ignoring her changed attitude, but it was impossible.
Her constant silence was deafening, a stark contrast to her usual argumentative self.
I missed her sparkling eyes, her bright smile.
“What’s wrong with you?” I asked, unable to bear the silence.
Sasha sighed softly, her voice barely audible.
“I’m fine,” she responded, her tone flat.
I frowned, incredulous.
Did she really expect me to believe that?
Her frown and somber expression belied her words.
“You’re fine?” I pressed, skepticism lacing my voice.
“So why do you keep frowning?” I asked, my eyes locked on hers.
Sasha sighed tiredly, her shoulders sagging.
“I told you I’m fine, just believe what I have told you, okay?” Sasha snapped, her voice laced with anger, frustration, and irritation.
“I’m not frowning, I’m fine,” she continued, her words dripping with sarcasm.
I stared at her in disbelief, shock, and confusion.
Why is she suddenly acting up now? I wondered.
What is she trying to do? Make me feel guilty?
I never forced her into marrying me, so why is she getting mad at me?
I felt defensive, my mind racing with questions.
I really don’t understand why she’s suddenly acting up now.
I wanted to ignore her and let go, but I couldn’t help it.
Seeing that frown on her face and the anger lacing her voice made things more complicated and hard.
My concern turned to frustration.
“Are you perhaps angry with me because I insisted on getting this marriage registered?” I demanded.
Sasha scoffed, her expression disdainful.
“I just want to leave here, Sebastian,” she responded.
I chuckled lightly, trying to diffuse the tension.
“Fine, let’s go home then. We’ll talk about it later,” I said.
But Sasha’s frown deepened, her eyes widening in incredulity.
She stared at me like I had just grown a second head.
“What do you mean, go home?” Sasha asked, her voice laced with confusion and skepticism.
I frowned, my expression mirroring my growing frustration.
“I’m talking…” I tried to explain, but she immediately cut me off.
“I’m leaving, Sebastian. What do you mean, we are going home?” Sasha said.
Her words were sharp, her tone dismissive.
She turned to leave, but I swiftly grabbed hold of her hands.
Where does she think she’s going? I thought, my mind racing with possessiveness.
“Where do you think you’re off to?” I asked.
Sasha frowned, her eyes flashing with annoyance.
“I’m leaving for my place. What else do you think? We’re done, right? We’re married, so that’s all,” she replied.
Her words were final, but I wouldn’t let her go.
I chuckled, a low, determined sound.
“We’re married, that means you have to leave with me,” I responded firmly.
My grip on her hands tightened.
Sasha’s eyes widened, surprise and resistance written across her face.