‘Fine. Let’s get married,’ Claire thought. Mr. Jones was right–she would not be at the losing end when she married Asher. In fact, she was in luck.
It should be Asher at the losing end.
However, when Claire was going through the registration process, she could not help but think that this was Asher’s second marriage.
On the other hand, she was a young, blooming flower. Asher’s ex-wife was still outside the bureau refusing to leave.
Claire finally understood. The marvelous gift that Asher was talking about happened to be the red booklet–the marriage certificate.
This gift… was indeed marvelous.
Claire should really thank him.
When they were taking photos, the photographer said, “Can the groom get closer to the bride, please? Smile! Closer please.”
Claire’s face was stiff from smiling. Yet, when she raised her head to look at Asher, he remained expressionless without any trace of a smile on his face.
She suddenly mischievously put her head on Asher’s shoulder, and inched closer to him, pretending to be a shy bride. She then smiled brightly at the camera.
Just when she was feeling pleased with herself, Asher stretched out his hand and circled his arm around Claire’s waist, pulling her toward him.
Asher’s hand was large and warm. Claire felt fire spreading through her body from where he touched her.
Just then, the photographer clicked on the shutter. With just a flash, the photo was done and printed.
Asher withdrew his arm and nonchalantly tidied his sleeve.
He did not say a word to Claire during the entire process.
When they got their marriage certificate, Claire opened the booklet and she wanted to smack herself with it.
Even though Asher did not have any expression, he was still photogenic. She, on the other hand, looked like a love-struck fool with a blank look on her face.
Claire took one glance and shut it tight.
Asher walked past her as though he did not see her at all.