Young Bride in a Lightning Marriage: Never Tired of Mr. Leon’s Love

However, all the regret in the world was pointless then.

Lucy, having woken up the next day, had already tossed the whole episode to the back of her mind.

It was not long before she was out. She went to change her phone number with Cillian tagging along.

"Why do you have to come with me?" Lucy grumbled as they walked. "I'm just changing my phone number, that's all."

Cillian gave a resigned shrug. If he could have it his way, he would have let Lucy handle it on her own.

Lucy was in a foul mood, and Cillian knew better than to stir the pot by bringing up old issues. Instead, he chose wisely to keep his mouth shut. Without anyone clarifying things for her, Lucy grumbled under her breath for a bit before falling silent.

Lucy only retained her memories up until her freshman year of college. She became more spirited, a touch more naive, and had shed her tough-as- nails businesswoman persona.

They pulled up to the place where Lucy could get a new phone number. Cillian hopped out of the car first, then swung the passenger door open for Lucy. He lent her a hand. The onlookers could not help but shoot envious glances her way.

However, to Lucy, this was just another day. She seemed to be used to being looked after. In the past, the chivalrous Matthew would always open the door for her. Now, she got to enjoy Cillian's attentive care.

At the service counter, the clerk flashed them a practiced smile. "Hello, what can I do for you today?"

Cillian gestured toward Lucy. "She needs a new phone number."

The clerk was all business. "Any particular reason for the change? It's quite a hassle to switch numbers. If it's a signal issue, we can sort that out without changing your number."

Lucy cut in, her eyes tinged with resignation, "The signal's fine. It's just... I've got this person who won't stop bothering me, and I've had enough. Changing my number seems like the only way out."

The clerk's eyes lit up with sudden understanding. Dealing with that kind of hassle was always a pain. She quickly took Lucy's phone,

expertly popped open the SIM

slot with a slender needle, and started scanning the card for information.

"Pick out a number you like," she told Lucy while working. "I'll transfer all your info onto this new card, so you won't have to worry about losing any data."

Lucy did not care much about which number she got. She casually gestured, "Any number's fine. Just make sure it can handle international calls."

The clerk appreciated easy-going

customers like her. She chose a number that looked good enough and handed the SIM card to Lucy Lucy stotted the card into her phone, and Cillian covered the bill. Then, they both left the place.

Poor Theodore, realizing too late that he had snubbed the woman, tried to call back to explain. However, all he got was the sweet yet disappointing automated message, "Sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service."

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