What are you thinking about, little rascal?
"Nonsense."
"If you sleep with me and give me money, aren't you just treating me like a prostitute?"
Kris Cooper rubbed his forehead and held her wrist. "Let's go."
"Where to?"
"The Civil Affairs Bureau."
"The Civil Affairs Bureau?" Vera Wave looked up, puzzled. "What are we going there for?"
"To get married!"
Mar... married?!
"COUGH!" Vera choked on her own saliva. "Are... are you out of your mind?!"
Kris Cooper turned his face and looked intently into her eyes.
"Once we're married, my money will be your money. You won't be my mistress, and I won't be paying you for sex. Doesn't that solve everything?"
