Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 779:

Silver Fox hurriedly finished washing up and emerged from the bathroom, declaring to Burnet, “Let’s go.”

Burnet gave her a warm, amused smile. Her decisiveness was one of the traits he admired most about her; once Silver Fox made up her mind, there was no dawdling or doubt.

Although Burnet was just as eager to get going, he couldn’t bear the thought of them rushing to get married without breakfast. Today was set to be a landmark day in their lives, and he wanted every detail to be just right.

So, with a gentle smile, he suggested, “Let’s not hurry too much. How about we have breakfast first and put on something a bit more fitting?”

Silver Fox chuckled softly, marveling at how Burnet could flip from impatient to considerate so quickly. Just moments before, he’d seemed ready to whisk her off to City Hall without a moment’s delay. Now, here he was, advocating a less hurried approach.

She nodded in agreement, appreciating the wisdom in his words. Skipping breakfast was never an option for her; childhood experiences and abuse from Emilee and her mother had left her with a sensitive stomach.

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with their wedding photos in mind. He had even gone so far as to tidy up his appearance extensively:

Fox had slapped him earlier that morning due to her morning grumpiness, resulting in a few red welts across his face. She fretted over whether these

not only gotten a haircut and tended to his bruises, but he had also donned a new outfit. He was typically clad in black, but today he surprised her with a crisp white shirt, undoubtedly chosen to

Silver Fox was puzzled. What more could he possibly need

inquired, “What other clothes do you need

her. “It’s you

still in yesterday’s clothes. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing? It’s a clean white shirt, even if it is from yesterday. Shouldn’t it be fine for

“Wedding photos are special; they should be taken in new clothes. We should look our best as newlyweds, don’t you

“We’re not exactly traditional newlyweds, are we? We’re just going through a formality to make babies. Why fuss over the

her casual take but didn’t argue

already picked out something for you. Just

retrieved a shopping bag from the

further protest. She retreated to the bathroom to change, acknowledging his intentions even if she didn’t

of undergarments. Her cheeks flamed red at the sight; it hadn’t crossed her mind

the day ahead—they were to be