Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 222

Kevan continued reassuring her, saying, “Our marriage will remain confidential and will only be revealed to our respective families. We can terminate it anytime if you have any issues with my family.”

Larissa no longer hesitated and replied, “Deal!”

New Year’s Day was a public holiday, and naturally, the City Hall was closed. However, Kevan somehow managed to find a way to expedite their marriage registration on that day. While Larissa was quite comfortable throughout the whole process since she had been through it before, Kevan was the “novice” and was overly nervous.

The photographer even had to remind him multiple times to relax his stiff smile during the photo session. In the end, they could only select one photo where Kevan looked relatively natural from

the dozen or so shots taken.

Once they received the marriage certificate, she briefly glanced at it and casually slipped it into her backpack. On the other hand, he stared at their wedding photo for a long time, even gently caressing the edges of the photo with his fingers. Somehow, he couldn’t suppress his smile, Nonetheless, Larissa thought he was simply amused and didn’t read too much into his action.

drive.” She asked for the car keys and teased, Just so you can have more time staring at

He then went and sat in the passenger seat. He held the marriage certificate and looked at it repeatedly, even taking a photo with

quickly replied, “Congratulations! You’ve finally achieved your

who was oblivious to his conversation with Dylan. Only then did he feel at ease and reply to

want to have dinner together tonight?”

as he wanted to slow

few mischievous smiley emojis, and Kevan knew that his friend was probably overthinking but couldn’t be bothered to explain. He simply

the number “19” when she and Kevan entered the elevator and even considerately pressed “20” for him, yet, he reached out

She looked up at him in confusion. He remained

moving.

do you mean?” She became even

shook the marriage certificate in his hand. “We

need for that,” Larissa frowned. “No one from the Seymour family will know even if we don’t live together.”