Chapter 2 Chapter 2

Emmie came to a conclusion that this man was indeed good-looking.

The secretary introduced, "Sir, this is Miss Bailey. Miss Bailey, this is Mr. Scott, your–"

Under Dennis' scorching gaze, the secretary immediately zipped his mouth. He meant to say that Dennis was Emmie's husband-to-be.

Dennis was much taller than her. Standing on the stairs, he towered over her from above.

His first impression of her was about black, for she wore a black coat, a pair of black shoes, black pants, and a black backpack.

Her skin was fair, striking in contrast with her black outfit. Yet, her fair complexion didn't seem quite natural. Her ashen skin appeared as if it was void of blood vessels. Even her lips were slightly pale.

Her sparkling anthracite eyes were the only color on her flawless face.

Yet, her face was rather small – so youthful and childlike. It seemed that...

Dennis asked, "Are you underage?"

Emmie was not surprised. Obviously, it was not the first time someone had asked her this question.

"I am 22 years old."

"Did you bring your ID card?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"You don't speak English or you didn't hear me?" retorted Dennis.

Emmie nodded. "Yes, I did."

She couldn't wonder if he had a trust issue. Taking out her ID card, she pointed at her birthdate. "As you see, I'm 22 years old."

"Follow me."

"Where are we going?"

Dennis walked past her and said to the secretary. "Tell my grandfather, I'll take her away."

"Sir, this..."

Emmie hesitated for a moment before following Dennis.

"Get in the car."

Holding the steering wheel, Dennis watched Emmie open the door and sit in the passenger seat behind him.

He frowned. "Do you think I'll sell you away?"

"I'm used to sitting in this seat."

"Hmph!" Dennis snorted.

The car sped on the road. Emmie had never asked about where they were going. She was going to go with the flow, and that was what she always did.

Dennis pulled over the car in front of the Marriage Register office. Emmie's heart missed a beat involuntarily.

"It's here..."

"Since my grandfather has brought you to our house, you should know what's going to happen next," said Dennis.

"I don't know we have to do it today."

"Does that even matter? Today or tomorrow?"

Emmie pondered for a while and found that Dennis had a point.

Half an hour later, with the registration certificate in her hand, she stood in front of the entrance of the Register Office again.

She was still in a trance. She was now a married woman.

"Hey? Isn't this Mr. Scott? You went back to the Scott House, didn't you? Why are you here?"

Harrison Wilkinson happened to pass by the area. He decided to stop his car when he found a familiar person on the street. Little did he expect to meet Dennis here.

"D*mn, who is this girl? Since when do you have a change in your taste?"

Dennis raised his cold eyes at Harrison and asked, "You must be quite free."

"I just broke up, so yeah. But I see that you're getting more perverted. This little girl must have just entered high school, no? How can you lay your finger on her? "

Harrison shivered with fear when he met the hint of danger in Dennis' eyes.

Emmie didn't like to be called an underaged girl. She corrected Harrison, "I'm over 18 years old."

"Holy sh*t, what's this?" Harrison snatched the paper away from her hand. "A marriage certificate?"

He was dumbfounded when he saw the names on it. "Y-y-you didn't tell me that you're going to get married?!"

Huh? That sounded rather awkward. Why would she tell him? She didn't even know him.

She replied, "Are you two..."

"What are you thinking about? I have nothing to do with this dumbas*. Your imagination is really impressive," answered Harrison instantly.

"Oh, give it back to me."

"Young lady, don't be afraid. I'm here to help you out. Just tell me what he did to you. Are you pregnant? Mind you that he's a wolf in sheep's clothing."