No Strings Attached

Clara's mind halted abruptly. Surprise shimmered in her dewy eyes as she gazed at the stunning man before her. "What are you talking about?"

"Of course, the marriage certificate. You promised me last night, and you can't back out now." Ian nipped her lip in a playful act of revenge, a mischievous smile curling at the edge of his mouth. Clara's awareness gradually returned to her. Indeed, there had been such a moment last night, in the midst of her crazed state, when lan had suddenly paused, then whispered seductively in her ear. "Sweetheart, let's go get a marriage certificate tomorrow, okay?"

She wanted to refuse, to cling to the last shred of her sanity, but his caresses were so tantalizing that she couldn't help but murmur a breathless 'yes.'

Recalling this, Clara glowered at lan. "You're a con artist in both love and marriage-I should sue you."

lan chuckled lowly, "How do you plan to sue me, Attorney Clara? I didn't force you, and I didn't drug you. You were the one begging me, remember? I have evidence."

He pulled out his phone and played a video. The video content was indeed from that compromising scene last night.

out to snatch the phone to delete the video, but lan evaded her. He pulled

murmured, "Honey, I've already posted it on my social circle. Everyone's waiting to see our marriage certificate. You

was already celebrating on social media. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt

sweetness. She was about to respond

it was her father calling, she quickly answered. "Dad,

the ambulance can't reach him either.

eighty years old, and lived alone. Clara had spent most of her childhood summers and

Clara's expression turned anxious. "Dad, don't worry, I'll reach out

hanging up, her eyes brimming with tears, she turned to lan. "I don't think we can do this today.