CHAPTER 3: CHAPTER 3: HUSBAND, GIVE ME A HUG

Westmarch Civil Affairs Bureau——

"Sign here." The staff pointed at the prenuptial agreement, asking July Quinn to sign.

July Quinn held the pen, completely dazed.

Because she hadn’t expected that her impulsive marriage proposal would lead her to being taken to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a license.

While she was in a daze, Kyle Keaton had already gotten hold of her information at the entrance of the bureau and was making a call to confirm something.

"Miles Jacobs, are you sure no one in Westmarch knows my identity?"

"Sure, I always insist externally that you’re my assistant. No one knows you’re the mysterious BOSS Mr. Hale of the newly rich Yujin Group in Westmarch, nor do they know you’re the heir of the top family in Esteria, the Keaton Family, let alone you are..."

Miles Jacobs was interrupted before he could finish.

"Enough. As long as nobody knows, that’s fine."

"What’s wrong? Are you tangled up with another woman? Is it a hookup or a relationship this time?"

Miles Jacobs smelled a bit of gossip and eagerly asked.

"This time it’s marriage."

"Have they set their eyes on your enormous wealth, and immediately revealed their true colors? Quickly refuse, or save it for Tomb-Sweeping Day?"

"No, actually I think I can use it to my advantage."

Kyle Keaton glanced at July Quinn’s back, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"What do you mean?"

"Got to go, I’m going to register the marriage now."

"What? You’re registering now? Even if you’re avoiding a forced marriage from the White Family, you don’t have to rush it like this."

Kyle Keaton decisively hung up the call, cutting off Miles Jacobs’ shouting.

*

July Quinn’s mind was a mess, unable to process the contents of the agreement, and hesitant to sign.

At this moment, a magnetic unfamiliar male voice came from above.

"Regretting it?"

July Quinn looked up to see the sarcastic smile on Kyle Keaton’s impossibly handsome face again.

"No."

"Then hurry and sign it." The man urged impatiently.

July Quinn wanted to back off, but thinking of Nina Quinn and Nathan Jacobs begging on their knees, she gritted her teeth and signed the stack of documents.

Once she was done, Kyle Keaton swiftly signed, then handed them to the staff.

A moment later, the freshly-issued marriage certificates were in hand.

July Quinn wanted to open it and check his name, but Kyle Keaton took the red booklet away.

"I’ll keep it."

"Alright."

Although July Quinn really wanted to throw the red booklet in Nathan Jacobs’ face, she feared being too direct might let this man see through her plans.

So, best to take it step by step.

Besides, confronting him directly is just more satisfying, isn’t it?

"Here’s my phone number, contact me if necessary."

Kyle Keaton pulled July Quinn’s phone from around her neck, entered his number, then turned to leave.

"Wait."

Kyle Keaton turned back: "What else?"

July Quinn flashed a charming smile: "Husband, falling leaves return to their roots, I’m yours."

"So?" The man seemed oblivious to the romantic hint, but July Quinn didn’t care.

She stepped forward, wrapped her arms around his, and looked up with a glamorous smile.

"Now you should take me home."

What could she possibly gain from marrying this man after only one meeting?

Because he’s older? Or because he’s oblivious to romance?

No!

She aimed to join the Jacobs Family and leverage her status to overwhelm Nathan Jacobs, Nina Quinn, and the rest of the Quinn Family!

They say the coquettish woman has the best fortune.

July Quinn thought her flirting would get her uncle to indulge her.

Instead, the man coldly reprimanded: "Let go!"

July Quinn: "Not letting go!"

She had to be strong even when her position was shaky.

"You’re being ridiculous!"

"I want to be ridiculous, unless my husband gives me a hug."

Kyle Keaton looked at her face, fresh and tender enough to almost drip water: "..."

Suddenly he felt like returning this product.

"If you want to come with me, let go now!"

Kyle Keaton suppressed the urge to hit someone, speaking with irritation.

As soon as he finished, the woman immediately let go.

Kyle Keaton: "..."

What’s with this sudden pang of frustration?