Chapter 3: The Marriage Certificate Isn’t Fake

Chapter 3: Chapter 3: The Marriage Certificate Isn’t Fake

The usually reserved and conservative Nina Sinclair felt utterly embarrassed, as if she’d lost all her dignity today, breaking through all limits.

Seeing she was still holding the towel, Nina hastily handed it to him, her face turning an unnatural shade of red. "I... I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to."

Help!

She felt like some kind of creepy voyeur!

Julian Lancaster calmly put on a bathrobe, the belt cinching around his well-toned waist, the black robe exuding a refined and noble aura.

He turned and walked out of the bathroom, with Nina hobbling behind him, head down, feeling like she was still dreaming.

Once outside, she stood there awkwardly.

"Come here." Julian walked over to the sofa holding a medical kit.

Nina tiptoed over and sat down on a chair. Julian opened the medical kit, and glanced at Nina’s tight pants, his brow furrowing instinctively.

He turned to fetch a pair of scissors.

Nina froze, "What are you going to do?"

Could he be planning to snip her because she accidentally saw his unspeakable parts?

scissors swiftly shredded her

up, the cut extended to the base of


turned red, and she nervously

down

"I won’t dare move."

he’d accidentally stab her, so she sat stiffly while he tended

parts, and now he was looking at her

legs were long and fair, with a long gash at the thigh

Nina couldn’t help but glance at

the wedding certificate photo, where Sharon had photoshopped them together, making

From her viewpoint, his straight, prominent nose and

driver was

dipped them in disinfectant iodine, and then applied

sharp sting made Nina almost jump. She

it hurts... can’t you be gentle!!"


tearful, holding back the urge to cry, her face white and

going to hurt a bit, bear

her fists, gritting her teeth

supplies, saying, "It’s done. Don’t let the

"Th-thank you."

talk." The man

about what?" Nina looked at him in

he want

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