"Since we're getting married, it's certainly not a sham marriage." Matthew Saxon swirled the wine in his glass, holding it up to his eyes. His narrow phoenix eyes slightly squinted as he looked soulfully at the wine, beautiful as pomegranate juice, and said faintly, "If you agree, we can go get a marriage certificate right away. As for the wedding, if you don't mind it being rushed, it can be held in a week."
This news came so suddenly that Scarlett Yates couldn't completely process it at once.
This marriage in name is not a sham marriage, but a real one where they go to the civil affairs bureau for a proper registration and obtain a marriage certificate.
In a certain sense, this would be a real marriage. Once they have the certificate, they would be a real couple.
Matthew Saxon spoke of the marriage in a very casual and simple manner.
He carried an indifferent attitude, as if he was merely fulfilling a wish, and it didn't matter to him who he married.
