Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Pearl had never imagined being in this situation with Richard. But seeing him look all pitiful now, she couldn't bring herself to refuse.

"Alright, I'll marry you."

Richard's face instantly lit up. "Okay, hurry and freshen up. I'll be waiting downstairs in ten minutes."

He got up, completely shaking off the annoyance of accidentally bumping into the table. He looked thrilled as if they were getting married right then and there.

Pearl suddenly felt that she had been tricked. But unable to come up with anything else, she mechanically washed up and then changed into fresh clothes before heading downstairs. Seeing her bare face, Richard reminded her with a firm tone, "We'll be taking photos for our registration today. Aren't you going to put on some makeup?"

thought it was just signing some papers, and that's it." If he hadn't mentioned meeting downstairs in ten minutes, she wouldn't have been

My future wife looks stunning whether she wears

her eyes. "Since when did you become a smooth-talker? Wait a minute, who said you could call me your wife?" She didn't expect Richard to call her his wife so naturally. Richard pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on her forehead. "Aren't you going to be

didn't say I liked that!" Pearl pushed him away and blushed. She dashed upstairs and shut

an hour later, Pearl reluctantly applied makeup she was happy with and

uncertain. She hadn't quite wrapped her head around the idea of getting married so soon. It was a big challenge

the effort she put into wearing a white dress

and caused her to blush. "Alright, enough with the

her and teased, "Did

I forget something so important?" Pearl took her ID from her pocket and showed it