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This is a fake marriage, but they love each other.
This is a fake marriage, but they love each other.
The music was loud in a space filled with colorful lights. The boys and girls dress extremely sexy and seductive. They just remained immersed in the background music. This is the city's big bar, of course, places like that are very complicated. But we can't equate everyone, some people come here because they're happy, and others come here because they're sad, so they come here to borrow alcohol to ease their sadness.
Juvia Melyon sighed, not knowing whether she was happy or sad, she looked at the glass of wine in her hand. She doesn't have the energy to think about dancing to this ear-catching music right now. My head is filled with the tiring things of life. She felt that life was very unfair to her, and she couldn't even decide on important matters in her life.
- Mom and Dad... do you two not love me anymore?
- Would you like to drink with me?
A deep, masculine voice rang out over the loud, loud music. Juvia raised her eyes and laughed at the man in front of her. She blinked, clinked her glass, and took a large gulp. Wine to her now is like water, no matter how much she drinks, she doesn't feel the spicy taste, only the aftertaste of enjoyment remains.
- Doctor Kelvin, what are you doing here? Shouldn't doctors be in the hospital?
- Doctors can't come here?
Juvia shook her head to show that she didn't know anything and then drank the glass of wine in her hand again. Kelvin raised his hand to stop her and sighed. This look of hers was so terrible, it only made his eyes itchy.
- What's wrong with you? Are you planning on drinking until your liver and kidneys are damaged?
- It's not that bad, I only drink once in a while... heh...
- Seriously, what's wrong with you?
- What's wrong with you? There's nothing wrong with it. If there's a chance, I'll go ask his dead best friend's name! I'm going crazy about him.
- Best friend? Do you mean Drake Belson?
She nodded, staggered, stood up, said goodbye to Kelvin, and left. Kelvin didn't have time to understand what was going on, he could only silently look after her.
- Hey, where are you going? Wait for me to pay!
As soon as she stepped out of the bar, Juvia was pulled back by an arm. The man had a black body, his eyes were as cold as ice looking at her. This person did not greet me politely, his voice was serious and cold.
- Who let you go to such places?
- Does it have anything to do with you? Whatever I do is my business.
- Irrelevant? So I remind you, we're getting married next week!
The alcohol in her body wasn't enough to make Juvia forget. She looked up at the man with disgusted eyes, not at all afraid but innocently asking back.
- So what? Isn't next week about next week? Now I'm still single, it's my business to do whatever I want. Do you understand?
Drake smirked, without saying many words, he directly picked her up, making her scream majestically. As she was about to walk to the car, another male voice rang out. Kelvin stepped out and grabbed his arm to stop him.
- Are you planning on doing something immoral?
- What's your story? She will eventually become my wife.
- I'll officially be your wife next week. If you're like that now, you might even go to jail for rape!
Drake exhaled, not caring about his best friend's nonsense. But looking down at his arms, Juvia has been sleeping soundly ever since. Her breathing was even and he couldn't help but smile slightly.
- This is my story, if you go to prison, my young master Luc will know how to get out himself.
- I'm just afraid of losing a close friend.
Drake glanced at Kelvin and then carried her to the car. Letting her into the co-pilot's seat, he sped back to his private villa. Putting the little girl down on the bed, Drake couldn't help but shake his head. Standing up and stepping out onto the balcony, he called Juvia's family to inform her that she was with him. I don't want both families to worry because of these small things.
Next week the two will officially get married, so knowing that she is with him will make Mr. and Mrs. Co extremely satisfied. Stepping inside, he smiled softly looking at the girl who was making a mess. The arms and legs move up and down, causing the soft mosquito net to wrinkle. Moving to pinch her nose gently, he gave a warning.
- If you bother my bed again, I will immediately throw you to the ground.
Juvia doesn't care about what he says now. She burped and waved her arms in all directions. Drake shook his head slightly and walked downstairs. Even if he lost, he couldn't throw her to the ground.
-Mrs. Mary, take over for her. Have some hangover water ready for her to drink for me.
- Yes.
- Just take any of my loose shirts for her to wear. Someone will bring her things tomorrow morning.
Mrs. Mary obediently went up to change her clothes. Drake crossed his legs on the sofa and scrolled through his phone a bit. Wait until Mrs. Mary walked down before going upstairs. Seeing her sleeping so soundly made him feel relieved. It's just those long, slender legs under the white shirt that make him feel so uncomfortable.
- Let me stay intact until the end of this week.
Suppressing himself, he walked over to the sofa and lay down. I'm just afraid that if I sleep in bed, I'll be beaten to death tomorrow morning. Stop eating bitter food for a week and you'll get it all back.
Drake tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. He lay on the sofa, his eyes only looking towards Juvia who was sleeping soundly. Thinking about his upcoming marriage, Drake doesn't know whether to be happy or sad. After all, this journey is also because of Grandpa John. He wanted him and her to become husband and wife, only then would Belson's Company be transferred to his name.
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