"Take a look and let me know if there's anything you want to change." Jenson passed the contract to Kristin.
Kristin took the contract and went through the content once, only to find all her requests inside without a flaw. Just as she picked up a pen and was about to sign at the bottom of the last page, she paused for a few seconds before signing it swiftly soon after.
After that Jenson and Kristin headed to city hall.
Kristin pulled out her household registry calmly and put it together with Jenson's household registry.
After they had their photos taken, they filled in all their necessary information and obtained their marriage certificates shortly. The entire process took only a few minutes.
She felt complicated as her eyes dimmed slightly. She used to picture her marriage. Marrying Tyler would have been the happiest moment of her life. They loved each other so much that she was sure that Tyler would give her an unforgettable wedding. But in the end, Tyler left behind nothing but painful memories that would last a lifetime.
Kristin opened the marriage certificate in her hand and saw the photo of her standing next to Jenson.
Jenson's expression was cold, and she was smiling awkwardly. She can't believe she got married. Furthermore, the man she married is Jenson Swayer...
Kristin snapped back to her senses as soon as she noticed something on the marriage certificate. She turned to Jenson and said, "Y-you're older than me by eight years."
Jenson asked with raised brows, "What? You got something to say?"
"No. I'm just a little surprised," Kristin replied. She figured that their age difference did not matter anyway since they were not a real couple.
The two then walked out of the City Hall side by side. Suddenly, a thought struck Kristin, and she pursed her lips. "President Sawyer, I—"
However, Jenson leaned in before she could get her words out. With his breath on her skin, he said, "I'm sorry, I might have to kiss you."
What?
Before Kristin could realize what was happening, Jenson held her chin, forced her head up, and planted a warm kiss on her lips.
Kristin froze with her eyes wide open. The kiss was not just a light peck on the lips. Jenson pried open her teeth and deepened the kiss. His right hand moved to the lower side of her head to hold her steady while his left hand was holding her tightly at her lower back.
The kiss went on for a whole minute before it ended. Kristin's eyes were red as she tried to catch her breath while leaning against him.
Right then, a middle-aged man with a slick hairstyle, who seemed like a butler, approached them and greeted Jenson with a smile, "Mr. Jenson."
Jenson pulled Kristin closer. His expression softened as he said, "This is my wife, Kristin Cooper. "
"Congratulations, Mr. Jenson. Old Mrs. Swayer will be thrilled when she finds out."
"We just got married. She might need some time to get used to it. I'll bring her to see Grandma when she's ready," Jenson said while Kristin kept lowering her head to hide her blush face.
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Jenson brought Kristin back to his house at Blues Residence. when the car drove in, Kristin couldn't help but glance around. She had heard about the soaring property prices in this neighbourhood and how someone had spent a fortune to buy the land here. Kristin had wondered who was rich enough to buy almost half of the neighbourhood but it turned out to be Jenson.
The man hated noise, so he didn't hire any stay-in maids. He had to do everything himself. "I didn't hire any maids, but someone will come over and clean the house every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. We'll have to cook for ourselves."
Kristin carried her luggage and followed Jenson into the villa. On the way in, the latter told her the password to the door.
"It's fine. I can cook simple dishes."
Upon entering the living room, Kristin glanced around the surroundings. The minimalistic interior featured cool colours, yet it portrayed a royal atmosphere.
"President Swayer" Still, Kristin seemed to have something else on her mind.
"Now that we're married, you calling me President Swayer sounds not right. Call me by my name." Jenson said casually as he lit up a cigarette and rolled down the window.
"Jenosn, then," Kristin replied.
"You'll stay in the room on the left on the second floor. On the right is my bedroom and study room. You're not allowed to enter my rooms without my permission. And don't touch the displays."