Get a marriage license?
The sound of these two words seemed to be violently smashed into Ivy Aretha's ears, and the deep voice with a burning temperature rolled directly to the bottom of her heart.
The two words appeared too suddenly!
As if Ivy didn't quite understand the true meaning of his words, she turned her head to look at Michael Gordon, and her clear pupils contracted deeply: "What did your father say to you?"
Today, he just said that it's too early to get married, but now he suddenly mentioned getting a marriage license. The only possibility is what his father said in that phone call.
"He didn't say anything to me. I just thought that our child is already this big, and if I don't give you a proper title, it seems very irresponsible!"
Michael Gordon's head was buried in his neck pit with a slight touch of affection. His gentle, whispery breath sprinkled on her sensitive skin, and his voice sounded like it was coated with color – so sensual.
