Chapter 416

Miranda really wasn't in the mood for any late-night drama.

"Who even gets a marriage license at night?" she protested.

Elian's eyes sparkled with mischief. "I'll have them deliver the papers and the stamp. You don't have to move a muscle."

Miranda frowned. "Isn't this a bit too fast? What if we find out we're not right for each other? Getting divorced would be a pain."

Truth was, she never knew how long she could really like someone. Commitment, especially when it was so uncertain, made her uneasy. Marriage itself didn't mean that much to her-it just seemed like a hassle. If they ever broke up, there'd be a whole new process to go through.

At the mention of divorce, Elian's expression changed. "Divorce?" he repeated, genuinely confused.

He looked at her, searching her face for answers. "Why wouldn't we be right for each other?"

Miranda could see the chill in his eyes, the way her words unsettled him.

He was clearly against it. Almost offended.

"We're right for each other," he insisted, locking eyes with her. "No one could be better for you than me."

"I'll love you. I'll always love you."

something that doesn't fit, I'll make it fit. There's never going to be a 'not

a second. It felt like a thousand tiny threads were weaving around her

his gaze on her,

get the papers. But..." He squeezed her hand, his voice barely above a whisper. "We're never going to be

exploded-like a spark shooting through her bones, tingling all the way to

plucked too hard and snapped, making her

already closed the distance, wrapping her in

to her, as

heard herself say,

the word left her

lit

even tighter, as if he could melt her right

didn't take much to make Elian happy. He

Miranda and

time for the next big

through his phone, searching for the perfect way

the time Miranda was about to drift off to sleep, he still hadn't settled

drooping, he grinned, snapped a quick photo of

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