Chương 2: Chapter 2: Getting the License

The next day, early morning.

Lazy rays of sunlight penetrated the white gauze curtains, casting fleeting shadows on the large hotel bed.

Amelia Sanchez slowly opened her eyes.

"Morning."

Albert Brown propped up his head lazily, watching her for who knows how long.

The light spilled onto his unparalleled handsome face, with a faint smile, his deep and beautiful eyes hooked up, and the hazy morning light gave his cold outline a layer of pale gold.

Amelia was stunned for a while, and the memories of last night flooded her mind.

She remembered how she coerced and enticed Albert Brown to take her to the hotel room, and as soon as she entered, she pushed him against the wall and leaned in to kiss him.

After the kiss, she looked at him with sparkling eyes, "You're really good-looking, I want to keep you forever, you'll be mine for the rest of your life, let's get married tomorrow!"

Amelia: ...

She finally understood why her bad friends did not like to take her drinking!

As the broken scenes from last night came to her mind, Amelia was so ashamed that she buried her head directly into the quilt.

Albert Brown couldn't help but laugh.

"Amelia," he softened his voice, teasing her with a gentle laugh, "Didn't you say you were going to get a marriage certificate with me today?"

"I don't want to anymore!" Amelia's face turned embarrassingly red.

She could count the men she had been in contact with in her life on one hand.

"That's not acceptable." Albert Brown deliberately teased her, "You've already taken advantage of me, and now you're thinking of backing out?"

Alas!

Whether she stepped forward or retreated, she'd still be in a bind.

Amelia recalled her ambitious aspirations, crawled out of the bed, her messy hair slightly disheveled on her small face, "Well...alright. You get up, I need to get dressed."

"Okay."

Albert Brown stood up straight, revealing his lean and toned perfect figure. Amelia's face turned red instantly, she quickly turned around, randomly grabbing her clothes and putting them on.

A while later, after breakfast, Amelia drove a relatively ordinary but brand-new car worth more than a hundred thousand dollars.

Albert Brown raised his eyebrows when he saw it, as he clearly remembered Amelia had taken a taxi last night.

"Come on, let's go get the certificate." Amelia had already accepted the outcome.

If she didn't marry, her mother would continue to be anxious and worried, not to mention her master, who would definitely push her into blind dates every day.

Amelia didn't want to step into that hell again. Besides, getting married didn't make much of a difference to her; she could always get a divorce whenever she wanted!

"By the way," Amelia glanced at Albert Brown in the co-pilot's seat, "Did you bring your ID and household register?"

"Mm."

A lazy smile appeared on the corner of Albert Brown's mouth, "I had a friend send them over this morning."

Amelia was satisfied. Her car and credentials were also secretly arranged by her good friend early in the morning while Albert Brown was taking a bath.

The two of them drove to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

In less than fifteen minutes, with fresh red booklets in hand, Amelia found that the man beside her had not stopped smiling all day.

"Are you really that happy?" Amelia asked, touching her chin.

Albert Brown glanced at her with deep meaning, "Shouldn't I be happy about being kept?"

"...That's true."

Amelia Sanchez didn't have someone investigate Albert Brown's background. After all, anyone who had to become a male escort in a nightclub at 26 years old must have experienced a significant change in their life.

They had already agreed in the car not to inquire about each other's past and to focus on living well in the present.

Anyway, when enough time had passed, they could find a heart-wrenching reason to divorce and claim that they were too hurt to ever marry again. Wouldn't that work out for both of them?

Amelia Sanchez happily parked the car at the location Albert Brown had specified. It was a bustling square in the city center where the surrounding housing prices approached 90,000 per square meter, a place Albert Brown certainly couldn't afford to live in.

After all, he was just a poor young man who had lost his way.

"Here." Amelia's thoughts raced as she pulled out several hundred-dollar bills. "Take this for a taxi."

Albert Brown hesitated, his expression stiffening slightly.

Young Master Brown, who had signed several tens of millions worth of contracts without even blinking an eye in the business field, encountered a few hundred-dollar bills for the first time.

His image as a destitute person had already been solidified in Amelia's mind. Albert Brown had no choice but to accept it in silence, "Thank you."

"No problem! I'll get you a supplementary card tomorrow." Amelia grinned. "You go back first, remember to pack your things, and I'll pick you up at this time tomorrow to move into our new place."

"Alright."

Looking into Amelia's watery eyes, Albert Brown had a thought.

While she wasn't paying attention, he leaned over and planted a kiss on her cheek.

The light touch felt like a dragonfly skimming the water. Her lips felt warmth and softness for a moment, before Amelia looked up and saw Albert Brown get out of the car with a smile, "I'm fulfilling my husbandly duties."

Hmm… it didn't seem too bad.

Amelia convinced herself silently, wasn't she after his good looks after all?

She drove home, found the keys, and unlocked the door.

"Amelia, haven't I always taught you better than this? How dare you spend the night away from home?!" Amelia's mother, her eyes swollen from crying, scolded hoarsely from the sofa.

Amelia suddenly remembered that her phone had been off for a while, "I slept at a friend's house... I forgot to tell you."

"How can you act like this? You're a grown woman, but you don't know how to protect yourself? Haven't you heard enough news stories about single women being killed? What if, what if..."

Amelia's mother began to cry again.

Amelia genuinely wondered whether her mother was made of water. She sighed, and was about to soothe her mother when she saw Father Lincoln sitting nearby.

On his seemingly honest face was a shrewd expression, "Amelia, I feel bad about what happened with Tania yesterday, so I've decided to find a match for you."

"I have a distant relative, whom you've met during the New Year, Shane Goodwin, he's willing to marry you!"

Amelia mentally searched and finally connected the oily-faced, potbellied, and sleazy-looking older man who had tried to secretly capture photos under her and Tania's skirts.

"I won't marry him." Amelia frowned, disgusted.

At that moment, Tania, wearing a cute blue-green dress, walked into the living room and deliberately flaunted herself in front of Amelia. "Elder sister, just agree! Look, what other men would want you now!"

"That's right!" Father Lincoln chimed in. "Although Shane might be a bit odd, he has a good heart. He has a house and a car; he won't treat you poorly if you marry him!"

"If he's so good, why don't you let Tania marry him?" Amelia asked sarcastically.

She stood imposingly, her cold and sharp eyes sweeping over Father and Daughter Lincoln, "What kind of person do you think he is? Why the hell should I marry such a dumbass? If you like him so much, marry Tania off to him!"

"How can you speak like that?!" Father Lincoln exclaimed, "I'm your elder!"

"So you know you're an elder!" Amelia sneered, "Where's the logic in you being reluctant to let your own daughter marry, but pushing someone else's daughter into the fire pit?"

Amelia's mother stopped crying and pulled Father Lincoln aside, "You... don't say anything right now... can Amelia be in a good mood?"

"Elder sister, think about it." Tania's eyes flashed with contempt, "If you don't agree, in the future you'll only find worse men!"

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