Chapter 88 Get The Marriage Certificate

When Ashley came out of the shop, she hailed a taxi. Once home, she began changing clothes.

She didn't regret asking Andrew to marry her, even though she sprung it on him in the spur of the
moment.

She changed clothes many times. She wanted the perfect outfit, and the perfect face. She dabbed
skin-toned makeup on her face, but had a heavier hand around her tired eyes.

When Ashley was almost ready, her cell phone rang.

"Hello. OK. I am coming."

Her mind wandered when she stepped into the elevator.

'Will he like this style of me?'

Then she patted her face. Why did she care what he thought?

That man's charm was like that of the glorious mountains. He was attractive and heads turned
involuntarily to look at him.

It didn't matter why she was marrying him.

Looking out the glass-paneled elevator, Ashley spotted Andrew's car, a Rolls-Royce. It was parked in
the distance and the sparkling hood glistened, causing Andrew to look more radiant than ever. He
leaned against the car and looked at his cell phone.

Ashley's heart beat quickly, stunned by his charm. She saw him many times before, but this time he
was even more dazzling.

He seemed so charismatic and fascinating.



Andrew turned his head, put his phone in his pocket, and strode toward her. "Here you are."

Ashley nodded.

Andrew tugged at her hand and guided her to the car. "After you," he whispered, holding his hand out
so she could climb in. He followed. Johnny was waiting in the front.

When Johnny saw Ashley, he put on a big smile and introduced himself. "Miss Mu, nice to meet you. I
am Johnny Cheng, Mr. Lu's special assistant. We met before. Do you remember me?"

Ashley returned a smile and said, "Yes, I do. Mr. Cheng. Nice to see you again."

While Ashley got situated, she thought it was fortunate there was the third person so she wouldn't feel
awkward to be with Andrew alone. Johnny started telling her how stunning she looked.

"Miss Mu, you are more and more beautiful than I remember."

Johnny thought of her as the president's future wife. His boss really liked her a lot. Johnny wanted to
flatter her so she would protect him if he made mistakes in the future.

He continued saying something to make her happy, until he saw his boss's stern face in the rear-view
mirror.

Ashley was flattered, but did not understand why someone she had met, perhaps once before, was
behaving like this before her. She just knew his name today.

To be polite, she answered, "Thanks, Mr. Cheng," with each rendition of how beautiful she was looking
today.

Johnny continued expressing his compliments to the bride-to-be. He had been working in the
commercial field for many years and was more communicative than Andrew.



Then he noticed Andrew's cold eyes. They were filled with killing intent. Finally, he shut up.

He thought he was done. He was so focused on flattering Miss Mu that he forgot his boss was also
there.

Johnny was miserable.

The rest of the trip was silent. Then they arrived at their destination.

Johnny's heart was restless, like the sea with violent waves, though he didn't dare to show the
astonishment.

Miss Mu met his boss just less than a month ago, but they were getting married so unexpectedly.

Looking up at the "Civil Affairs Bureau" printed on the outside of the building, Ashley felt jittery. She was
marrying a man she didn't know very well. She was going to be his wife.

Andrew got off the car and watched Ashley standing in front of the building. He wrinkled his brows.
'What if she decides to run away?' He didn't want that to happen, so he walked to her and held her
hand. His eyes gentle, he pulled her chin up to meet his gaze and said, "Let's go."

When Ashley suggested they get married, Andrew was surprised. But he was also excited that she was
going to be his wife. 'All mine, forever, ' he thought.

Ashley didn't notice the possessiveness in his eyes, but she did feel his tight grip.

Andrew's cold, tight grasp scared Ashley a little. His palm held tightly to her small, delicate fingers.

She felt the calluses on his palm. 'Perhaps it's from the pen he holds so often, ' she thought and felt
assured.



Occupied with his hands, she envisioned his slender fingers melodiously playing the ivory keys of a
piano.

Ashley didn't know why such a thought flashed in her mind.

She saw their hands intertwined, muttering, "Hmm," and entered the building with her groom.

...

To get the marriage certificate, they posed for a photo. It was also inevitable to touch each other for the
couple.

Both Ashley and Andrew were extremely beautiful, and everyone would watch the exquisite couple.

"OK. Miss, show a natural expression and get closer to your man. Right, have a bigger smile."

"Sir, you can hug your lady..."

Ashley had a blush and moved closer to Andrew.

Andrew hugged Ashley's waist. He claimed her as his.

"Right. That's it. Perfect." Click. The photo of the two was taken.

"Sir, Miss, come see if it is OK."

The couple moved, in unison, to see the perfect pose documenting their matrimony.


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