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?"

she had missed something. She shot him an annoyed glance. "Why didn't you remind me earlier? I thought it was just signing some papers, and that's it." If he hadn't mentioned meeting downstairs in ten minutes, she wouldn't

stunning whether she

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 my wife soon?

liked that!" Pearl pushed him away and blushed. She dashed upstairs and shut

applied makeup she was happy

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

white dress for the photoshoot. Grinning, he said,

her to blush. "Alright, enough with the sweet talk.

and teased,

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