Chapter 2783: Chapter 2792: Mrs. Sinclair, Thank You
Olivia Lewis herself didnât know how she ended up sitting in the chair, holding a pen in hand. In front of her was a marriage application form; all details had been filled out, just lacking her signature and fingerprint.
The tall, handsome man on the other side had already filled out his part and was waiting indulgently for her to decide.
Go ahead and sign; itâs just a piece of paper. These days, a piece of paper doesnât mean much.
Sign it, heâs such a handsome man, youâre not losing out.
Sign it, whatâs the big deal? Itâs just a marriage certificate, if it doesnât work out, you can always split later, no one knows youâre married. Whatâs the big deal? In eighteen years, youâll be a hero again!
The Devil in her head kept urging her, urging her...
Olivia felt her mind was about to explode with all the noise, so before she was completely driven crazy, she took a deep breath, picked up the pen, and swiftly signed her name at the bottom of the application form. Then she boldly picked up the ink pad, stamped her fingerprint with a thump, and handed it to the staff member who was quietly waiting and not daring to rush her, "Is this okay?"
"One moment, please." The staff member, having seen her hesitate for so long, was worried she might suddenly back out. As soon as she handed it over, they immediately checked it, "Yes, this is fine."
He very professionally said to Olivia and Adam Sinclair, "President Sinclair, Ms. Lewis, please hold on, weâll prepare everything shortly."
When he said âshortly,â he really meant it.
In less than five minutes, two freshly printed, bright red booklets were handed to Olivia. As she flipped open the red booklet, she found that the photos of her and Adam Sinclair were indeed ones someone had previously prepared.
Last week, he suddenly got the urge to take a photo with her, and now it had become her marriage photo; Olivia couldnât describe the feeling.
She just felt this manâs mind was too deep, too cunning.
How much had he prepared?
What if she had refused, wouldnât all his efforts have been in vain?
Compared to her indifference, Adam Sinclairâs mood could be described as ecstatic. He solemnly took his marriage certificate from Olivia, the joy in his peach blossom eyes overflowing, "Olivia Lewis, weâre married."
"Oh. Married is married."
"Yeah, married is married." Adam stretched out his hand, held hers, and walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau. At the moment they stepped out, he paused momentarily, tightened his grip on her hand, "I still have to thank you. Mrs. Sinclair, thank you for giving me another chance to love you well."
Olivia felt uncomfortable hearing herself called Mrs. Sinclair; her eyes darted around as she tried to act calm, "Ahem, no need to thank."
Seemingly trying to avoid Adam saying anything sweet, she quickly changed the subject before he could speak, "Ah, Iâm starving! Being dragged out by you in the middle of the night, you have to at least treat me to a meal, Investor."
Adamâs thin lips curled into a smile, his starry eyes filled entirely with her image, "What do you want to eat?"
What does she want to eat...
In Oliviaâs mind appeared candlelit dinner, French cuisine, flowing music, elegant setting... then suddenly her eyes lit up, she excitedly looked at him and eagerly suggested, "How about we go for spicy hot pot?"
Western Food, nonexistent.
French cuisine, even more nonexistent.
She prefers the ordinary, simple local delicacies.