I felt a bit wronged, but couldn’t say anything.
“Is there any other way to resolve this?”
He stared at me silently, his eyes deep and the atmosphere growing increasingly oppressive.
I could only stammer out, “Then… when should we get married?”
“Tomorrow morning at 9am.”
My eyes darted around as I agreed with a “Okay.“”
“Don’t try any tricks. I have your ID card.” He leaned back comfortably against the headboard, twirling my ID card in his hand.
“…I know, don’t worry.”
I felt deflated as I sat at the foot of the bed, sighing.
He seemed unable to bear seeing me so dejected and unwilling. Frowning, he stared at me and said, “Come here.”
I didn’t want to go.
But my body instinctively obeyed the boss’s order. By the time I came to my senses, I was already next to him.
He reached out to pinch my face, pulling me closer as he said softly, “Be good.”
His hot breath tickled my ear, making my heart race uncontrollably.
Without realizing it, I replied, “Okay.“”
At the marriage registration office.
I held the brand new marriage certificate in my hands, feeling a bit surreal.
I never imagined I’d be getting married before even graduating college, let alone to my boss, and in such a whirlwind fashion.
Lust really does make you lose your mind!
Sitting in his car as we drove away, I still felt like this wasn’t real even after 10 miles.
“Where to?”
“Huh? Oh, back to school. I don’t have to go to work today, right boss? I should get marriage leave!” There had to be some perks to getting
married.
I carefully put the marriage certificate away in my bag.
12:14 AM
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He glanced at me and snorted, “How ambitious.”
Hearing him mock me, I immediately turned to glare at him. I stared so hard my eyes started to hurt, but he didn’t react at all, not even glancing in my direction.
“We’re here. Stop staring, he’s all yours now. You can look all you want when we get home tonight,” he said teasingly. He pinched my cheek and turned my face towards the window, pointing outside to remind me.
Oh, we’ve arrived at school.
Apparently I had been staring at him for quite a while. Seeing his playful expression, I suddenly felt my face grow hot.
But I still wanted to argue and defend myself. Then my brain suddenly registered what he said.
??
Go home?
Who said I was going home with him tonight?
I turned my head, about to question him, when I realized his face was extremely close to mine. I could see my own clear reflection in his pupils.
“W–what are you doing?”
