Kendrick acted seriously and stroked Annabelle's hair. "All done now. Let's go."
She pressed her hair which he had tousled while thinking, 'I know that he was about to rub my head. What a cunning fox! He's such an actor!'
Holding that thought in mind, she walked into the lobby together with Kendrick.
The marriage registration went smoothly. When it came to the wedding photo session, they came to the studio together and were seated in a chair.
Kendrick naturally put his hand on Annabelle's shoulder.
Annabelle frowned and glanced at his hand, and then she glared at him.
Yet Kendrick didn't see any problem. "It's what couples do when taking photos."
"Mr. Gregory, it sounds like you're quite experienced."
Annabelle said so with a smile, and then she shoved his hand away without hesitation.
Seeing the slightly angry look on her face, Kendrick found her just like a gentle kitten who suddenly flashed its claws and scratched his heart.
He felt ... a bit itchy. To be more accurate, he felt a bit tempted.
He leaned closer to her. "Relax. You're my first."
The corners of Annabelle's mouth twitched. She thought, 'There's no need to make it sound so flirtatious. He could have said the first marriage.'
She had an increasingly stronger sense that he was so cunning.
She thought, 'Please. I don't want any more surprises in the upcoming six months. Just let me cure his disease and get the divorce.'
Half an hour later, they walked out of the city hall, each holding a marriage certificate.
Now that they were married, they needed to discuss their living arrangements.
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