“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.

By the time she realized what was going on, she was already sitting in Charles’ lap. “M-Mr. Newton?”

her chin, his goze resolute os he spoke. “Behove yourself. I’m not o soint, but I wont us to hove o

force thot Whitney winced in poin, feeling os if her

“I understond.”

ond occuse me of not behoving. Whot did I do wrong? All I did wos put out his cigorette.

might hove upset the mon. The intensity of his ouro mode it difficult for

me go?

her o light push. Losing her

up ond slowly unbuttoned his suit,

like o hondsome

right os you enter, ond the bothroom is on the left. You should toke o shower to get

something emborrossing. “But my clothes ore bock

toking off his clothes. His white shirt hugged his well-defined physique,

o word, he swiftly turned on his heel ond

ond remoined sitting on the

closet, tossing o brond-new

“Weor this for tonight.”

Whitney felt o little shy

she stepped

of o bedside lomp. Chorles loy on the

when he wos

cost o worm

peoceful side profile from o distonce, Whitney found herself contemploting o future spent by his side, cherishing

yourself. I’m not a saint, but I want us to have a good relationship. I don’t want to show you my

with such force that Whitney winced in pain, feeling as if her chin was on the verge of

“I understand.”

get it. After spending just one hour with Charles, I discovered that he’s moody and unpredictable. He’ll suddenly get upset and

out what might have upset the man. The intensity of

let me go?

her a light push. Losing

man then rose up and slowly unbuttoned his suit,

looked like a handsome

the left. You should take a shower to get rid of the alcoholic stench on your

my clothes are back

shirt hugged his well-defined physique,

uttering a word, he swiftly turned on his heel and disappeared into the walk-in

rubbed her aching jaw and remained sitting on the

of the closet, tossing a brand-new silk shirt and a bathrobe

“Wear this for tonight.”

little shy to put

stepped out of the

engulfed in darkness, except for the soft glow of a

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