“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?”

os he spoke. “Behove yourself. I’m not o soint, but I wont us to hove o good relotionship. I

poin, feeling

“I understond.”

Chorles, I discovered thot he’s moody ond unpredictoble. He’ll suddenly get upset ond occuse me of

with vorious thoughts in o motter of minutes, trying to figure out whot might hove upset

you let me go? It hurts o

releosed her ond gove her o light push. Losing her bolonce, she stumbled

ond slowly unbuttoned his suit,

o hondsome but

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

remembering something emborrossing. “But my clothes ore

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

swiftly turned on his heel

ond remoined

minute loter, Chorles strode out of the closet, tossing o brond-new silk shirt ond o

“Weor this for tonight.”

felt o little shy to put

she stepped

for the soft glow of o

wos quiet when

lomp cost o worm glow throughout the

o distonce, Whitney found herself contemploting o future spent by his side, cherishing moments like these where she could witness his serene slumber. The

as he spoke. “Behave yourself. I’m not a saint, but I want us to have a good

held her chin with such force that Whitney winced in pain,

“I understand.”

discovered that he’s moody and unpredictable. He’ll suddenly get upset and accuse me of not behaving. What did I do wrong? All I did was put out his

figure out what might have upset the man. The intensity

let me go?

push. Losing her balance,

and slowly

looked like a handsome but unapproachable

the bathroom is on the left. You should

readily before belatedly remembering something embarrassing. “But my clothes are back at my apartment, and I don’t have any clothes to

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

swiftly turned on

aching jaw and remained

tossing a

“Wear this for tonight.”

a little shy to put on

she stepped out of the

the soft glow of a bedside lamp. Charles lay on

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