Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1379

Cassarae rolled around, the sheets looking like they'd start strangling her if she did just one more half-roll. Bundled up like a little doll, her eyes suddenly opened to find Sylas looking at her.

"What are you looking at?"

"I can't look at my wife?" Sylas replied.

"That costs more than you've paid so far. I haven't even had a wedding."

"Then let's have a wedding," Sylas said almost too casually.

Cassarae was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to even say to that. Technically speaking, they were only recognized as married because this bastard went and added her to his nobility title in a System City back on Earth.

It was the most ridiculous thing she had ever seen, and the most infuriating thing about it was that it was actually necessary at the time. Having that noble title had helped her do a lot of things for Casstle Main… Speaking of which, it had been too long since she returned. She wasn't a person who liked being stuck in a single spot for too long in the first place. She was good at managing people and dealing with complicated social situations despite what her mouth seemed to suggest, but that didn't mean she liked doing it all.

Being so free of that world and letting her and Sylas' parents deal with everything on the mostly peaceful Earth now was actually how she preferred things.

She felt like if she stayed anchored down for too long, she would end up being left too far behind by Sylas.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"What? You didn't want a wedding?"

"A wedding is like step seventeen, you fucking bastard! Have you asked me out on a date? Have you swept me off my feet? Have you told me you loved me? Have you pulled out a ring and dropped down to one knee? What the fuck do you mean we should 'just have a wedding'?!"

Sylas looked at her for a long while as her chest heaved.

Sometimes it was a bit amusing to see her act like this. She knew what kind of person he was more intimately than anyone else, and yet she still sometimes insisted on trying to force him into some pigeonhole.

"I do love you."

"Ah…"

Cassarae was ready to forge on with another string of curses, expecting Sylas to say something ridiculous, but the words she registered weren't the ones she was expecting.

Her spit went down the wrong pipe and she was suddenly coughing up a storm, heaving over the side of the bed.

Sylas patted her back for a bit before she finally seemed to relax.

"… Fuck you, Sylas."

Sylas would have laughed if he was practically anyone else. What was that supposed to mean? Hadn't he said what she wanted?

Cassarae looked up, her eyes red from coughing—or at least it seemed.

"What did you do?" she asked straightforwardly.

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