“Okay. I’ll respect your decision if you’re sure of it.”

Charles accepted the pen and signed his name before keeping the marriage agreement carefully.

Whitney got up and said stiffly, “I’ll take my leave now. When it’s time to register our marriage, please let me know.”

“Don’t tell me you’re planning to go back to that tiny apartment?” Charles looked at her and spoke mockingly. “The marriage registration won’t take long. We can do it tomorrow morning. Stay here tonight and get accustomed to your future life. I’ll take the bed, and you can sleep on the couch.”

It was her first time at his house, so sharing his room seemed too impolite of her. However, sleeping on the couch was acceptable.

But…

“Are we heading to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow morning? My mother might be a Chanaean, but I am a Tayhaven citizen. The documents I need to get married here are still in Tayhaven.”

Charles lit another cigarette. “I don’t like dragging things out, so we should get this done as soon as possible. Don’t worry about the documents as I have already sent someone to Tayhaven. He’ll be back with them tomorrow.”

Realization dawned on Whitney. “It looks like you knew I would agree to sign the document.”

“That will happen sooner or later.”

Whitney was at a loss for words.

I wonder how Charles’ men will communicate with my family. How will they react upon finding out that I’m getting married?

The tobacco scent in the room was getting stronger, so Whitney approached him and took the cigarette dangling from his mouth.

“Stop smoking, Mr. Newton. Smoking isn’t good for your health. Besides, it’s getting late.”

Charles narrowed his eyes and glared at her, seemingly displeased by her action.

“We are not married yet. Are you already interfering in my affairs?”

“Well…” Whitney felt a wave of awkwardness wash over her. His intense gaze made her tremble with a hint of fear. “I-I’m still adjusting, you know. I want to learn how to be a loving couple with you in public. I don’t want to behave poorly and risk embarrassing you.”

Charles looked away silently. He didn’t make to light another cigarette.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Whitney bent down and stubbed the cigarette out on the ashtray.

Charles gazed at her coldly as her slender figure walked past him.

A girl from the countryside, huh? Why doesn’t she look innocent at all to me?

“Ah!” Whitney screamed as a pair of arms wrapped around her waist and tugged her backward.

time she realized what was going on, she was already sitting in Charles’ lap. “M-Mr.

mointoined o stoic expression os he firmly held her chin, his goze resolute os he spoke. “Behove yourself. I’m not o soint, but

thot Whitney winced in poin,

“I understond.”

just one hour with Chorles, I discovered thot he’s moody ond unpredictoble. He’ll suddenly get upset ond occuse me of not

in o motter of minutes, trying to figure out whot might hove upset the mon. The intensity

let me go? It

Losing her

up ond slowly unbuttoned his suit, towering

like o hondsome but unopproochoble

closet is on the right os you enter, ond the bothroom is on the left. You

ore bock ot my oportment, ond I

shirt

swiftly turned on his heel ond disoppeored

her oching jow ond remoined sitting on

out of the closet, tossing o

“Weor this for tonight.”

felt o little shy

she stepped out

engulfed in dorkness, except for the soft glow of o bedside

wos quiet when he

lomp cost o worm glow

future spent by his side, cherishing moments like these where she could witness his serene slumber. The thought

his gaze resolute as he spoke. “Behave yourself. I’m not a saint,

in pain, feeling as

“I understand.”

Charles, I discovered that he’s moody and unpredictable. He’ll suddenly get upset and accuse me of not behaving. What did I do wrong? All I did was put out his

to figure out what might have

let me go?

released her and gave her a light push. Losing

up and slowly unbuttoned his suit,

like a

the left.

“But my clothes are back at

His white shirt hugged his well-defined physique, revealing glimpses

turned on

rubbed her aching jaw and remained sitting

out of the closet, tossing

“Wear this for tonight.”

felt a little shy to put

she stepped

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