The moment the door closed, Amelia Sanchez felt that her world had become peaceful.
"But why do you carry your marriage certificate with you?" Amelia glanced at the striking red color on the table, everyone was stunned.
Is this something that can be carried around all the time?
Albert Brown coughed lightly: "Just in case."
Amelia: "…What kind of situation would require it?"
It seems like the only use would be for a divorce, right?
Albert Brown's mouth curved up, and he started to give her a riddle: "You think about it."
Wasn't it just used? It's for protecting against love rivals.
"I don't want to guess." Amelia drank her soup, no longer wanting to think, only sarcastically criticizing him, "On the other hand, you, are truly loved everywhere you go, and are confessed to by countless young ladies all day long, a real heartthrob."
"Jealous?" He leaned in, whispering softly in Amelia's ear.
His hot breath sprayed onto her neck, causing Amelia's ears to instantly turn red.
