"Your attitude towards life is correct." Roy praised her.
"The bad news is that we're going to finish our honeymoon early."
Cassie made an indifferent "Oh." That was not bad news, was it?
"That's it?"
"Yes."
"What is the good news?"
Roy lazily leaned against the bedhead and said, "The good news is, your best friend, my sister, will be married on the 12th."
"What?" The surprising bomb suddenly exploded, Cassie looked up, whose head hit Roy's body. In a hurry, she threw the robe to him quickly. "Put it on first!"
Roy was smiling, "What's the matter? Nervous?"
"Don't show off!" Cassie stared at him with a red face.
Roy casually put on the robe and put his arms behind his head.
Cassie quickly asked, "With Joseph?"
"Of course, then who else?" Roy felt her question was funny.
"Many people want to marry Irish," Cassie pouted her lips. Indeed, she was happy for Irish and felt relieved. After a small pause, she then added," But why did they suddenly decide to hold the wedding? Irish didn't mention it to me a few days ago when I went shopping with her."
However, Roy was also not clear about it, so he responded after thinking for a while, "It is natural for them to hold the wedding since they love each other deeply, just like us."
Cassie flushed and said, "Roy, don't joke with me, or I am not going to talk with you."
"Okay, okay," Roy said with a big smile and put on a robe slowly. He stepped to Cassie, sat down beside her, and held her in his arms. "Cassie, you are still bashful in front of me."
"We are talking about Irish's wedding. Well, now that you don't want to talk about this with me, then I am going to go out to shop," Cassie said, who was about to go.
Seeing this, Roy hastily stopped her and said, "Honey, don't leave me here." It gave her goosebumps as she heard this.
"Are they really going to get married soon?" Cassie asked again.
"Yes, sure. Joseph has given me a call and told me that they had gotten the marriage certificate," Roy responded, running his fingers to her hair.
"Wow, that's really unbelievable!"
"The wedding will be held on the twelfth of this month?"
"Yes."
"It is coming soon."
"Yes, so I am afraid that you must prepare a gift for Irish," Roy reminded her.
"Yes, of course. I will buy a wedding dress for her. We have a deal."
After hearing this, Roy heaved a sigh and said, "But I think perhaps Joseph wants to pick a wedding dress for his wife personally. Don't let your friend's love blind your eyes."
"Well, then, do you know women are always jealous? I have known her for more than ten years, but now she is going to get married. And our friend's love is interrupted. The reason why I am going to get a wedding dress for her is that I want to remind her that husband is an important part of life, but friendship is much more valuable," Cassie replied while rolling her eyes at him.
"Okay, I think I have learned a lesson from you today," Roy said with a soft smile. He held Cassie with his head resting on her shoulders. His breath tickled Cassie, so she shrunk her neck."
"Roy... I have something to discuss with you," Cassie said hesitantly.
"What?"
"Well... Can you give me those photos now?"
Roy just stared at her silently.
"I have got married to you. You can't keep those photos now," Cassie explained.
He smiled, kissed her cheeks gently, and replied, "I will give it to you as soon as we have a baby."
"Roy! You are a liar!"
****
Irish still remained muddle-headed as she got back to the car. She felt that her head was buzzing while the young girl's words in the marriage registration office still lingered in her mind.
"What are you thinking?" Joseph asked who was aware that Irish was expressionless.
Irish looked back at Joseph with her mouth opened slightly, and she could not utter a single word. Seeing this, Joseph was about to start the car, but as soon as he started the engine, Irish stopped him suddenly, so he slammed the brakes.
"I want to take a look at the marriage certificate," Irish said while reaching out her hands.
"Didn't you take a look at it a moment ago?" Joseph replied slowly.
"But I didn't see it clearly. You take it into your bag in a hurry," Irish complained.
"Why do you want to take a look at it now?" Joseph was confused.
"Take it out. It belongs to us. And I just want to take a look at it. There is no reason."
Seeing this, Joseph tried his best to hold back his smile and kept joking with her, "But it is me who paid for the service fee."
"You...." Irish was speechless. She took out her wallet and handed it to Joseph. "Can I take a look right now?"
Joseph was amused by her and responded, "Okay. Then take a look at it." He took out the marriage certificate, shook it before her, and returned it to his bag.
"Joseph! I didn't even see them clearly!"
Irish didn't expect he would be perverse.
"But it is none of my business since you have poor eyesight," Joseph replied with a smile. He then started the car again as he finished his sentence.
"Give my wallet back!" Irish said.
"But you have given it to me just now, so it belongs to me," Joseph joked with her.
"But I didn't see the marriage certificate clearly, and I am not satisfied with your service, so you have to give my money back."
"Irish, you are really an astute woman." Joseph couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"But you told me you just want to glimpse it, and I showed it to you, so it is impossible for me to give your money back."
'What an unscrupulous merchant!' thought Irish to herself.
"Irish, I will keep our marriage certificate, and you are not allowed to take it," Joseph suddenly said.
"But why?"
"In case that..." Joseph stopped in the middle sentence.
"In case what?" But soon, she realized that Joseph was worried that she would want to divorce him someday. Irish suddenly felt that he acted like a small kid because even if she wanted to divorce him someday, they needed to negotiate with each other.
"Generally speaking, it is a wife in a family who keeps those important certificates, such as the passport, bank card as well as marriage certificate," Irish continued.
"But you are not an ordinary woman," Joseph replied immediately.
"What do you mean, Joseph?" Irish looked displeased to hear this.
"I am sorry. That's my fault for saying this," Joseph coaxed her patiently.
"You are really rebarbative," Irish said with her mouth pouted.
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