My Vegetable Husband Makes Me Invincible

“Now！You must marry into the Miller Family!” Lev pointed at Emily, determined. Emily stared at Lev in disbelief, never imagining that she would end up marrying into the Miller family like a commodity. Rumor had it that Edward Miller, the young master of the Miller family, had been in a vegetative state for three years. If she married him, wouldn't she become a widow right away? No, she didn't want to live that kind of life! Anger surged within Emily as she glared at Lev. "I won't marry!" Lev sneered, his old and sharp eyes narrowing cunningly. He angrily slammed a promissory note on the table, and to Emily's surprise, her mother's signature and fingerprint were on it. Trembling, Emily picked up the promissory note, tears uncontrollably streaming down her face. How could this happen? Mother... Mother had accumulated a debt of ten million... Seeing the despair in Emily's eyes, Lev laughed coldly and said with malice, "If you don't marry, the creditors will dispose of your mother's body in three days!" Tears streamed down Emily's face as she clenched the promissory note tightly, exuding an aura of despair and misery. "I'll... I'll marry!" The wedding car smoothly drove, and by the time they arrived at the Miller family's residence, it was already evening. Elizabeth Miller, Edward's mother, sat gracefully on the sofa. Every move and gesture she made exuded the aura of a noblewoman. She carefully examined Emily from head to toe, her face expressionless but somewhat satisfied. At least the daughter of the Black family wasn't some inferior person. "Emily, although it was the gypsy girl who pointed out that you should be married to Edward, as long as you take good care of him, our family will not mistreat you. It would be best if you could give birth to a child for Edward within a year." Upon hearing this, Emily turned her head incredulously towards the man lying on the bed. Aside from the fact that it was doubtful whether a vegetative person could have children, he had been lying there motionless for three whole years. Could he still have the ability to reproduce? Elizabeth looked at Emily's panicked expression and spoke in a stern voice, "Since you have married into this family, having an heir is your duty. This is not your Black family, so don't entertain any crooked thoughts. Do you understand?" Emily lowered her gaze and could only obediently nod. The Miller family was one of the top aristocratic families in the city, even the Black family wouldn't dare to offend them. Before she familiarized herself with this place, she couldn't do anything. "I understand," Emily said in a low voice. Satisfied, Elizabeth left the bedroom. After the door closed, Emily sat wearily on a chair. Rose petals covered the Italian floor, and candles were lit on the bedside, filling the air with a sweet fragrance. But none of this could evoke any interest in her. She lowered her eyes and glanced at Edward lying on the bed from the corner of her eye, suddenly pausing. After lying in bed for a long time, Edward's fair skin was as pale as paper, but his lips were as red as if smeared with fresh blood, resembling a sleeping Dracula. His long eyelashes cast a shadow under the light, complemented by a straight nose bridge, which shocked Emily. What a handsome man! Unable to resist, Emily leaned closer to examine him. The more she looked, the more she felt that this sculpted face was so perfect. Unable to contain herself, she said, "Edward, you look so good, it's just a pity that you're a vegetative patient and can't even choose your own marriage. By the way, let me introduce myself. I'm Emily Black, the wife forced upon you..." Suddenly, there was a knock on the door from outside. Emily quickly straightened her posture as Jones, the maid who had been with Elizabeth for many years, walked in. She looked at Emily's flustered state with a hint of displeasure in her tone. "Ma'am, tonight you need to clean Mr. Edward's body, and this will be your daily task in the future." "Okay, I understand." Emily obediently got up and, under Jones's sharp gaze, walked towards the bathroom, carrying hot water. Seeing this, Jones finally left. "I used to think I was pitiful, but now it seems that you are also a pitiful person. Lying in bed for three years, needing someone to take care of you, unable to move. I'm much better off than you..." As she spoke, Emily unbuttoned Edward's clothes. In that instant when she opened his shirt, her eyes widened. Not only did Edward have a sculpted and handsome face, but his body was also as perfect as a sculpture. A standard V-shaped torso, eight-pack abs, not an ounce of excess fat on his entire body. Emily swallowed and couldn't help but reach out and touch it. The firm muscles felt incredibly good under her hand. Looking at his chest muscles moving up and down, Emily couldn't help but wonder if the sensation would be even better than his abs? He's a vegetative patient, so he won't have any reaction. This thought emboldened Emily, and she placed her palm on his chest. Indeed, the sensation was even better! "You have a great physique, but it's a pity that you're a vegetative patient without the ability to reproduce. Good-looking but useless..." Just as Emily marveled at Edward's perfect physique, a deep voice sounded. "Have you had enough touching?" Before she could react, the hand that fell on his chest suddenly held hers down. Edward had actually opened his eyes, and his deep blue eyes, resembling the vast sea, were fixed on Emily. "Y-y-you..." Emily stammered in disbelief, unable to trust her own eyes. The supposed vegetative patient Edward had actually sat up and was approaching her. "I have no reproductive ability?" Edward's voice was low, as if he was threatening her. "I was talking about vegetative patients, not you!" Emily quickly corrected herself, but it was already too late. As if to prove himself, Edward directly pressed her onto the bed, filling the room with the scent of rose petals. The temperature in the room kept rising. "What are you? Are you a human or a ghost? Didn't they say you were a vegetative patient? Could it be that I woke you up?" Emily had a flood of questions that needed answers, but as she looked at the man who was less than a few meters away from her and showed no signs of stopping, she could only use her hands to block him. However, his scorching body temperature seemed to burn her. But Edward paid no attention and stared at Emily with his deep eyes, as if she were his prey about to be devoured. With the vast difference in physical strength, he effortlessly grabbed Emily's wrist and pressed it against the bed. His other hand slipped beneath her clothes, forcefully pulling them up.