The last time?
That can't be possible!
Kris Cooper held Vera Wave's chin and said, "But you already shouted! What if everyone knows I'm married by tomorrow morning?"
Vera furrowed her brows. "Mr. President, isn't that a bit too exaggerated?"
Kris Cooper gently rubbed her lips with his fingers, feeling the softness of her lips, like that of a baby. His eyes fell on the marks he left on her neck, which stirred his desires again.
If they weren't in the car right now, he would have taken her there and then.
"Rumor travels faster than plague. You should know, countless journalists are waiting to dig up my gossip," he said.
"But..." Vera didn't know what to do. "What should I do?"
"Since you shouted like that, you have to take responsibility for your actions," he replied.
Take responsibility?
How to take responsibility?!
Vera raised an eyebrow. "You... you can't possibly expect me to actually marry you, can you?"
