Back in the car, Nathan Bolton was still holding two red booklets, cherishing them dearly.
"Not leaving yet? Haven't you seen enough after twenty minutes? Are we going to drive or not?"
"Not enough."
He closed the red booklets, put them in his suit pocket, and patted them. His behavior was so childish.
Lorraine Hughes couldn't help but laugh.
She rarely laughed, but when she did, her eyes curved beautifully. The tiny mole at the corner of her eye was incredibly alluring, making her appear like a fairy untouched by the mortal world.
She invaded Nathan Bolton's heart.
Yesterday, he still saw her as somewhat girlish and naive,
but today, she was already captivating and charming.
He was the one who changed her.
Nathan Bolton's hand landed on hers, "Wife."
"Hmm."
"What did you call me? Hmm?"
"..." Lorraine always felt she couldn't bring herself to say it.
"Belle, wife, hmm?"
"Husband..."
Nathan Bolton leaned in to kiss her cheek, "My Mrs. Bolton, so obedient."
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