"Just three days ago, we got our marriage certificate. Now, she and I are a legal couple. No one can think of separating us."
He stared resolutely at Mrs. Morrison, his gaze persistent and firm.
A few seconds later, Mrs. Morrison abruptly stood up, raising her hand as if to slap Nolan Morrison's face.
Nolan didn't flinch, but after a moment, the expected pain did not come.
Mrs. Morrison's hand stopped just three to four centimeters from his face.
The muscles on her face twitched, tears glimmered in her eyes; restraint, anger, repression, pain, all made her body tremble.
Mrs. Morrison sat down, pointing at him, gritting her teeth, "If not for your face, I would truly want to beat you to death."
Nolan remained silent, his expression calm, as if it had nothing to do with him.
