Chapter 230: 211: Obtain Certificate_1

Amelia Cobb leaned against the backseat, as Christopher Robinson's thin lips traveled across her back.

In the midst of panic, Amelia regained her composure, "Is it because Amelia is angry or because Evelyn is angry?"

"Christopher Robinson."

"Does it matter?" Christopher countered, before adding, "No matter if you are Amelia or Evelyn, you can only be mine."

"You're simply a pervert."

Christopher sneered coldly.

He reached out and pulled Amelia onto his lap.

And kissed her lips.

Until the car stopped in front of the County Clerk's Office, and Isaac Fenton stood in the shade of the trees, smoking a cigarette, the door of the backseat was finally opened.

Christopher carried Amelia out of the car, her legs weak.

The latter leaned against his chest, her hair disheveled, and her crimson face seemed ready to receive blessings.

Under the shade of the tree, Isaac could faintly hear Amelia's swearing and low panting.

The sound went from high to low, gradually fading into silence.