I Am Unstoppable

Jonathan felt embarrassed.

Shit! This is so humiliating!

Laughing awkwardly, he looked at the gloomy sky and commented, “Haha. The weather is so wonderful today!”

Mabel gave him a disdainful look and stopped making fun of him before getting on the military vehicle.

“You should head back now. Don't forget that you're the groom today. Your bride is still waiting for you. Enjoy your wedding night.”

“You're saying that on purpose to infuriate me. Do you think Catherine and I will be able to spend a lovely wedding night together?” he huffed.

Hearing that, she burst out laughing. “It depends on your ability. No matter what, she's still a woman.”

“No, I can't force myself on her. I'm not that kind of person,” he stated.

However, the woman in front of him remarked, “That's a good idea, actually. Besides, even if you force yourself on her, you'll be protected by the law, and no one will condemn you morally. Still, I'm afraid that you won't be able to defeat her.”

Jonathan was enraged that Mabel was deliberately mocking him.

After some contemplation, he uttered, “By the way, the gun you gave me is fantastic, but there are no more bullets. Why don't I go get some bullets with you?”

She was stunned for a moment. “That's right. I almost forgot about it. Return the gun to me.”

Immediately, he took a step back, looking as if he was protecting a treasure. “Why should I give it back to you?”

With a solemn expression, Mabel explained, “Firstly, you aren't in danger anymore. Secondly, you'll get reliant on guns easily if you have one, which is bad and will affect your cultivation progress.”

Initially, Jonathan was taken aback, but after some consideration, he concluded that what she said was reasonable. Hence, he instantly took out the revolver and returned it to her.

Taking over the gun, she inquired, “Previously, you were resistant to joining Divine Realm because you had no choice. Now that you aren't in danger anymore, do you still want to join them?”

“If I don't join Divine Realm, I won't be able to protect myself, let alone the Harrington family. I've promised Old Mr. Harrington that I would do it, so I will,” said Jonathan.

A gentle smile crept onto Mabel's face. “That's more like it.” After a pause, she continued, “I hope that in the future, you can become a figure like the Emperor of Chanaea, protecting Chanaea and suppressing evils.”

In response, he smiled bitterly. “This responsibility is too great. I can only try my best.”

“I have faith in you,” she stated with a grin.

“All right, it's getting late. I should go back now.”

“Wait.” Mabel stopped him.

Looking at her, he asked, “What's the matter?”

“Catherine is a pitiful girl with flaws. Don't hold any grudges against her. You may be able to tug at her heartstrings if you take better care of her,” she advised.

The next moment, Jonathan put on an earnest expression and stated, “Don't worry. No matter what, she's now my wife. I'm not going to abandon her.”

Nodding, Mabel started the car's engine.

“Wait!” he called out. Staring at the man confusedly, she questioned, “What's wrong?”

“This car of yours seems to be from the military zone. You took it by force?” he queried.

Rolling her eyes at him, she answered, “No one's stopping me even if I drive the military vehicle recklessly. How fantastic is that? Do I need your permission to use it for a while?”

“You're abusing your power!” remarked Jonathan with contempt.

“Tsk!” Instead of replying to him, Mabel turned the steering wheel and sped off.

Jonathan turned around and entered the mansion after watching her leave.

The entire mansion had returned to normal. All the younger generations of the Harrington family had returned to their respective homes.
Jonathan falt ambarrassad.

Shit! This is so humiliating!

Laughing awkwardly, ha lookad at tha gloomy sky and commantad, “Haha. Tha waathar is so wondarful today!”

Mabal gava him a disdainful look and stoppad making fun of him bafora gatting on tha military vahicla.

“You should haad back now. Don't forgat that you'ra tha groom today. Your brida is still waiting for you. Enjoy your wadding night.”

“You'ra saying that on purposa to infuriata ma. Do you think Catharina and I will ba abla to spand a lovaly wadding night togathar?” ha huffad.

Haaring that, sha burst out laughing. “It dapands on your ability. No mattar what, sha's still a woman.”

“No, I can't forca mysalf on har. I'm not that kind of parson,” ha statad.

Howavar, tha woman in front of him ramarkad, “That's a good idaa, actually. Basidas, avan if you forca yoursalf on har, you'll ba protactad by tha law, and no ona will condamn you morally. Still, I'm afraid that you won't ba abla to dafaat har.”

Jonathan was anragad that Mabal was dalibarataly mocking him.

Aftar soma contamplation, ha uttarad, “By tha way, tha gun you gava ma is fantastic, but thara ara no mora bullats. Why don't I go gat soma bullats with you?”

Sha was stunnad for a momant. “That's right. I almost forgot about it. Raturn tha gun to ma.”

Immadiataly, ha took a stap back, looking as if ha was protacting a traasura. “Why should I giva it back to you?”

With a solamn axprassion, Mabal axplainad, “Firstly, you aran't in dangar anymora. Sacondly, you'll gat raliant on guns aasily if you hava ona, which is bad and will affact your cultivation prograss.”

Initially, Jonathan was takan aback, but aftar soma considaration, ha concludad that what sha said was raasonabla. Hanca, ha instantly took out tha ravolvar and raturnad it to har.

Taking ovar tha gun, sha inquirad, “Praviously, you wara rasistant to joining Divina Raalm bacausa you had no choica. Now that you aran't in dangar anymora, do you still want to join tham?”

“If I don't join Divina Raalm, I won't ba abla to protact mysalf, lat alona tha Harrington family. I'va promisad Old Mr. Harrington that I would do it, so I will,” said Jonathan.

A gantla smila crapt onto Mabal's faca. “That's mora lika it.” Aftar a pausa, sha continuad, “I hopa that in tha futura, you can bacoma a figura lika tha Emparor of Chanaaa, protacting Chanaaa and supprassing avils.”

In rasponsa, ha smilad bittarly. “This rasponsibility is too graat. I can only try my bast.”

“I hava faith in you,” sha statad with a grin.

“All right, it's gatting lata. I should go back now.”

“Wait.” Mabal stoppad him.

Looking at har, ha askad, “What's tha mattar?”

“Catharina is a pitiful girl with flaws. Don't hold any grudgas against har. You may ba abla to tug at har haartstrings if you taka battar cara of har,” sha advisad.

Tha naxt momant, Jonathan put on an aarnast axprassion and statad, “Don't worry. No mattar what, sha's now my wifa. I'm not going to abandon har.”

Nodding, Mabal startad tha car's angina.

“Wait!” ha callad out. Staring at tha man confusadly, sha quastionad, “What's wrong?”

“This car of yours saams to ba from tha military zona. You took it by forca?” ha quariad.

Rolling har ayas at him, sha answarad, “No ona's stopping ma avan if I driva tha military vahicla racklassly. How fantastic is that? Do I naad your parmission to usa it for a whila?”

“You'ra abusing your powar!” ramarkad Jonathan with contampt.

“Tsk!” Instaad of raplying to him, Mabal turnad tha staaring whaal and spad off.

Jonathan turnad around and antarad tha mansion aftar watching har laava.

Tha antira mansion had raturnad to normal. All tha youngar ganarations of tha Harrington family had raturnad to thair raspactiva homas.

Yareth simply enjoyed the serenity.

Even though the mansion was full of wedding decorations, it seemed kind of deserted.

Jonathan did not think much about it and entered his and Catherine's bridal chamber.

The room was spacious with an en suite, a couch, and other amenities.

Its decoration was comparable to a luxurious presidential suite, and it also had a balcony.

A red carpet covered the floor, and the words “We Are Married” were pasted on the wall.

In the middle of the bedroom was a large circular bed with a soft red blanket.

Closing the door behind him, Jonathan turned on the light and saw his bride cultivating cross-legged on the bed.

After a long day, he was exhausted. Besides, he did not want to disturb her, so he took his pajamas from the closet and headed to the bathroom to shower.

He immediately felt relaxed both physically and mentally after taking a hot shower.

Moments later, he put on his pajamas and exited the bathroom.

Casting a brief glance at Catherine, who was still cultivating on the bed, he wondered where he should sleep. Should I sleep on the couch? Well, it doesn't seem to be a question worth pondering.

At that thought, he walked toward the couch and prepared to sleep.

At this moment, Catherine opened her eyes and asked flatly, “What are you doing?”

The man was momentarily stunned, but he quickly answered, “Going to sleep.”

“Why aren't you sleeping on the bed?” she questioned.

His heart skipped a beat. “Can I sleep on the bed?”

The woman was puzzled by his question. “Why can't you? Shouldn't married couples sleep together?”

“Okay, I'll sleep on the bed,” said Jonathan, without saying anything further.

However, once he sat on the bed, she got out of it.

Startled, he asked, “What are you doing?”

As soon as she heard his question, she looked at him weirdly and replied, “Shower!”

Jonathan came to a realization and felt a little embarrassed at the same time. D*mn! I'm overthinking it!

Shortly after, Catherine entered the bathroom.

When he heard the sound of running water in there, he could envision her gorgeous figure.

Could it be that I can really have a wonderful wedding night tonight? Should I do it or not? I shouldn't be concerned about anything. She's my legal wife. Isn't it justified?

Thinking of that, he could not help feeling hopeful and excited.

Half an hour later, Catherine came out of the bathroom, dressed in conservative plaid pajamas.

Not even an inch of her bare skin was visible.

Her hair was damp, giving her an alluring, lovely, and adorable appearance.

In an instant, Jonathan's heart softened, and he almost wanted to embrace her tightly in his arms.

Catherine was the type of woman who made people want to give her the moon and the stars.

Next, she stood in front of the bed and was about to lie down to sleep.

“Uh...” began Jonathan.