Chapter 918: Chapter 918: My One True Love, Monica Moore... (Grand Finale)
At this moment, besides joy, there was only joy on Mark’s face.
He looked at Sebastian Moore and immediately made a promise: "Rest assured, sir, Laurant Foster guarantees to complete the task!"
Finishing his words with determination, Mark immediately ran out.
He sprinted swiftly, ready to head to the Moore family to find the girl he hadn’t seen for half a year.
When Mark reached the intersection, his swift steps halted because he saw a girl, the one he missed day and night, whom he was now eager to see.
She was wearing a light blue long dress at the intersection, looking at him with a mix of anxiety, eagerness, anger, and happiness.
Mark looked at the girl’s eyes.
Her hair had grown longer since six months ago, now reaching her waist.
Her delicate face was as exquisite as half a year ago, her skin fair and tender without a trace of flaw, her eyebrows curved like a bow, her lashes long like butterfly wings, and her sparkling bright eyes as cunning as a fox...
She was beautiful, breathtakingly so.
Mark walked over gently and pulled the girl into his arms.
Held by Mark, Arnold’s eyes immediately reddened.
She reached out to pound Mark’s chest, voicing her dissatisfaction: "It’s been half a year, you’re finally back! But why didn’t you ever call me! I..."
Mark’s long fingers gently caught Arnold’s hand, which was pounding on his chest, and his magnetic voice whispered in her ear, "Arnold, I’ve missed you so much..."
Arnold raised her small face to look at Mark, asking unhappily, "Really?"
"Really." Mark nodded affirmatively, then lightly tapped Arnold’s nose, "You little fox, how could you not believe me?"
"That’s your fault," Arnold pouted, voicing her displeasure, "Who told you not to call or contact me even once in six months!"
Mark laughed.
He reached out to tap Arnold’s nose again, "Wasn’t it to complete the task the chief assigned as fast as possible, pass his test, and marry you soon."
Then, Mark wrapped his arm around Arnold’s waist, lifting her slightly off the ground, with a smile in his eyes as he said, "Monica, the chief has told me to prepare for our wedding."
At this moment, the girl in Mark’s embrace also shifted away, stepping back.
The girl looked at Mark with a triumphant smile in her eyes and said with a questioning tone, "Major Foster, do you know who I am?"
"You’re not Arnold!" Mark’s face turned stern as he spoke bluntly.
The girl’s acting was so good before, and he was too consumed by missing Arnold that he didn’t see through the girl’s impersonation!
He was familiar with Arnold’s scent. This one was very unfamiliar!
He didn’t know the girl before him, but she had no intentions towards him, and her actions must have some deeper meaning.
For example, involving Arnold.
But even if it’s related to Arnold, how could he let it go after being fooled like this!
Mark mercilessly reached out, tore off the mask on the girl’s face, then firmly gripped the girl’s wrist and asked chillingly, "Speak, who are you?! Why impersonate Arnold?"
As expected by Mark, this girl was indeed related to Arnold, as she was none other than Arnold’s friend, Natalie Gibson.
The reason she appeared here, deliberately wearing a mask and pretending to be Arnold, was to meet and see Laurant Foster for herself.
To impersonate Arnold and trick or test Mark, she had to coerce Arnold for a long time to finally get Arnold’s approval.
Having the mask rudely torn off, Natalie wasn’t angry.
With Mark’s cold gaze on her and her wrist cuffed by him, Natalie wasn’t scared at all.
She just looked at Mark with a smile, and cheerfully said, "Major Foster, don’t bother who I am. You mistook me, hugged me, and almost kissed me. Now you owe Monica an explanation, hahaha."
Mark squinted his dark eyes slightly but saw a girl standing behind the big tree.
Her white long dress swaying in the wind, her eyes looking at Mark resentfully.
Mark’s heart skipped a beat, "Monica..." he gently walked over, reaching out to grasp the girl he had longed for day and night.
"Hmph!" Arnold pushed him away, "I won’t marry someone who mistook me for someone else!"
Mark panicked, "Monica, it’s not like that, I..." He was unbelievably anxious; how could he mistake her? Though Natalie disguised herself, the aura was different.
"Monica, I knew she wasn’t you, your aura is etched in my heart, how could I mistake you!" Though he hugged the other girl earlier, even with a thousand reasons, he couldn’t explain.
But he stubbornly refused to admit he was wrong! Arnold ignored him and turned to leave.
"No, who are you going to like if not me? We’re about to get married, it’s General Moore’s order."
"Hmph, I won’t marry!"
"Won’t marry? You have to!"
Mark scooped the girl up horizontally and left with large strides.
"...You!" Arnold struggled, not allowing him.
Arnold looked at his dark and handsome face, smelled his unique scent, and couldn’t stay angry.
"Hmph! I..."
At this moment, Mark no longer gave her a chance to speak, and once again, he lifted her horizontally and headed straight for his apartment...
...
Arnold and Mark’s grand wedding was held at the luxurious hotel in M Country, where Mark took Arnold’s hand from General Moore’s hand.
Leading her to the priest, looking at the girl who had shared hardships and joys with him for years, he kissed her forehead.
As the wedding continued, Mark held Arnold as they boarded a helicopter to start their honeymoon...
At the end of the following year, Arnold gave birth to a pair of twins, and General Moore couldn’t stop smiling while holding them, while Mark held Arnold fondly, saying, "Darling, you’ve worked hard!"
Arnold leaned in his arms, closing her eyes, "How will you reward me then?"
"I’ll do all the housework from now on, earn the money, take care of the kids, and you just have to be a good Mrs. Foster..."
"Hmph!"
"Monica, I love you..."
Arnold was helpless, as she would compromise with whatever this man said sweet words.
------The End.
