Bab 699: Collarbone (2)

Emily was slender and had fair skin. She looked petite and fragile, like a delicate vase.

She leaned closer to him and sniffed his neck like a kitten. "You're wearing perfume."

Vincent loosened the two buttons on his collar, "You tell me..."

Emily giggled, lay in his arms, and rubbed her head on his neck. "It smells good," she said.

Vincent lowered his head and buried his chin in her back collar. "So do you," he said.

Emily suddenly felt hot all over his body. When she got off the car, her ears were burning.

"This is ... the Civil Affairs Bureau?" She stared at the doorplate, first looked back at Vincent, then turned to Rex, who stood there with a blank face and a puppy in his arms. He was wearing the same suit and surrounded by a group of guards in tuxedos.

"Yes." Vincent held her hand. "I can't give you a grand wedding now, but I can give you an official title. You still have time to run."