After Rebirth, I Accept The Arranged Marriage-Chapter 147: Disbelief

Brianna Hudson gritted her teeth in frustration. She couldn’t find a single thing to fault Jessie Sterling for at the moment, so all she could do was turn away sullenly.

’Pfft, what’s so great about being married?!’

Miss Hudson fumed inwardly.

Jessie Sterling now ran back to Victor Morgan. She tilted her face up, her eyes shimmering brightly.

"Alright! Now it’s just the two of us. Aren’t you happy?" Jessie’s voice was brimming with cheerfulness.

’I’m a natural at cheering men up!’ she thought to herself.

Victor Morgan had been in a foul mood ever since he saw Brianna Hudson get in the car with Jessie.

It wasn’t until just now, when he saw Jessie find an instructor for Brianna Hudson, that his mood lifted. Realizing what she had done, Victor Morgan suddenly felt that the weather was absolutely wonderful today.

Now, hearing Jessie’s voice beside him, he gave a reserved nod.

"Let’s go. Do you want to do the intermediate or the advanced run?" Victor Morgan asked.

Jessie Sterling burst out laughing. Others might not have been able to tell, but she could sense the good mood Victor Morgan could no longer conceal.

"What if I go on the advanced run and fall?" Jessie knew her skills weren’t that great. The slope and length of the advanced run made it significantly harder than the intermediate one, but it did have an advantage: there were far fewer people.

Victor Morgan’s tone was firm. "You won’t, not with me here."

"Advanced run it is!"

As the two of them took the ski lift up, they happened to see Brianna Hudson queuing by the magic carpet on the beginner’s slope. Jessie grinned and waved at the forlorn-looking Brianna.

Brianna Hudson: "..."

’Who acts all lovey-dovey like Jessie after getting married?’

She wore a disdainful expression, but deep down, she couldn’t help a secret twinge of envy.

Her own marriage to Lynn Jennings’s older brother was pretty much set for this May. Thinking about how he had a child born out of wedlock, Brianna Hudson’s expression dimmed.

’Could she be like Jessie after getting married?’

When Jessie stood at the top of the advanced run and looked down, she couldn’t help but feel her legs go a little weak.

She reached out and clung tightly to Victor Morgan’s jacket at his waist, like a little squirrel clutching its pinecone, refusing to let go.

"Are we sure we’re going down from here?" Jessie’s voice was trembling.

She hadn’t skied in ages. Seeing the freshly groomed corduroy stretching out before her, seemingly without end, of course she was a little scared.

Victor Morgan felt how tightly the small hand was gripping his waist. He suppressed a laugh and bent down to adjust Jessie’s goggles. "Just go slowly. I’ll be right behind you. You won’t fall, trust me."

Jessie still didn’t let go, staring at Victor Morgan pleadingly through her goggles.

Victor Morgan relented. "Still scared?"

Jessie nodded. "Can you go down first to show me?"

It dawned on Victor Morgan, and he almost laughed in exasperation.

’So, she wasn’t just scared, she was also worried my skills weren’t up to par? That I wouldn’t be able to catch her?’

President Morgan, who hadn’t been so openly questioned in years, felt a sudden rush of mixed emotions.

’If it had been anyone else, he might have just turned around and left.’

’Take it or leave it!’

’But this was Jessie. He couldn’t just leave his wife stranded here, could he?’

Victor Morgan simply raised his hand and gave Jessie’s beanie a light rap with his knuckle.

"Wait here," he said.

The words had barely left his mouth when Victor Morgan adjusted his bindings. He straightened up and, with an almost obsessive precision, adjusted his goggles and gloves. Finally, he glanced at Jessie. "Wait for me here."

In Jessie’s eyes, a black figure shot past her like a bolt of lightning.

The edge of his carving board sliced through the snow, sending up explosions of crystalline flakes.

Victor Morgan dropped his knees low, his body almost parallel to the ground as he rounded the turns.

His large, black-gloved hand reached down, fingertips grazing the surface of the snow. The move made Jessie, who was still standing at the top, cry out in amazement.

The whole reason she had wanted to learn how to carve was from watching videos of other guys and girls on social media. She thought touching the snow was the coolest move imaginable—it looked amazing from every angle and made her squeal at her screen.

But now, seeing Victor Morgan carve and touch the snow, those guys from her social media feed were completely forgotten. ’None of them are nearly as cool as Victor!’

The edge of his board carved one smooth track after another in the snow.

At the bottom of the advanced run, Victor Morgan saw no one was around and came to a hard stop, kicking up a wall of snow nearly as tall as he was.

When Victor Morgan took the ski lift back to the top of the advanced run, he found that Jessie didn’t eagerly run over to greet him as he’d expected. Instead, she was sitting in the snow, her goggles hanging from her arm, head bowed as she fiddled with her phone.

Victor Morgan strode over and practically hauled Jessie up from the snow in one motion.

"Aren’t you cold? Won’t your stomach start hurting later?" Victor Morgan said.

Interrupted, Jessie let out a small "Ah!" and clutched the phone she had almost dropped.

"You scared me to death," Jessie muttered, still not looking up at Victor Morgan.

Victor Morgan, who had thought his performance was rather impressive: "..."

He had expected to be met with his wife’s starry-eyed admiration when he returned, but to his surprise, Jessie gave him no reaction at all.

A term he had recently learned online popped into Victor Morgan’s mind at this inopportune moment—emotional value.

"What are you looking at?" Victor Morgan asked patiently, as Jessie still hadn’t looked up at him.

"Hehe, watching people praise you!" Jessie finally looked up, a huge grin on her face.

Victor Morgan froze.

Jessie grinned and held her phone out to Victor Morgan, her expression openly fishing for praise. "Look! Didn’t I do a great job filming you?"

Just as Victor Morgan had started down the slope, Jessie had recorded a video of him.

In the video, the black-clad figure’s movements were fluid. He looked like a soaring dragon on the empty advanced run, and the snow he kicked up seemed to glitter under the sun.

Jessie posted it to her Xiaohongshu account, which she hadn’t logged into for a long time. Ever since netizens had exposed her identity, Jessie had barely used the account.

’It’s been almost half a year since that fashion show incident,’ she thought. ’With so much new drama online every day, who would still be paying attention to me? This is my private social media account. I can post whatever I want.’

However, what Jessie didn’t expect was that, just moments after she posted the short video—whether because she’d used a popular TAG like "skiing" or because Victor’s skills were genuinely impressive—her account was already flooded with notifications.