Nolan Morrison turned off the engine, unfastened his seat belt, leaned over, and kissed Matilda Jenkins on the lips: "Really, even if you regret it now, there's no going back."
This was what he most wanted to do and had to do.
If he were to die tomorrow, then the only regret before his death would be not making Matilda Jenkins his wife.
Even if he were to die, he would want to leave the title of husband in Matilda Jenkins' life.
Nolan Morrison's emotions hadn't been this excited and boiling for a long time. He opened the car door, got out of the car, and quickly pulled Matilda Jenkins into the hall of the Civil Affairs Bureau, not caring if anyone was behind them.
While waiting in line, there were girls around who kept looking at him, thinking the eyes that were visible looked a bit like Nolan Morrison.
