"Go wait for me, got it?"
"Wait for you?"
Waiting for him? For some reason, her face flushed again.
This jerk, the Dark Lord.
Why does nothing good ever come out of his mouth?
"Be good, now what's wrong?"
His deep and cold phoenix eyes looked at her, no longer as icy as before.
"I..." She snapped back to reality, looking at the superficially noble, yet roguish-speaking man, "Mr. President, I think there's no need for us to go to the civil affairs bureau to remarry."
She no longer wanted to marry him.
Just let it be, just let it be?
"Alright, be good." His tone was full of indulgence, "I said we're getting married, so we're getting married."
Disagree?
Do you know how many women out there are lining up for him?
But none of those women caught his eye.
He suddenly walked over, placing his large hand on her back, leaning close to her ear: "From now on, call me hubby, got it?"
An unquestionable tone.
The woman nodded to show she understood!
