"Sir, my groom has run away, and your mother needs a daughter-in-law, so...how about...we get hitched?"
Amandla Quincy seemed composed in the face, but her hands behind her back were nervously pale. She nervously looked at the man in front of her who was confronting her, fearing that the man would turn around and have a bad face.
Get hitched?
Donovan Lind turned his head and saw a woman in a wedding dress. Amandla quickly glanced at the man, inhaling sharply.
The man had a handsome face that would cause many women to find him irresistible. He had thick eyebrows, deep eyes, ivory white skin,and thin lips tightly pursed, exuding a hint of coldness without saying anything.
Afraid that the man would misunderstand that she was eavesdropping deliberately, Amandla quickly explained.
"I didn't mean to eavesdrop. I've been here even before you and your mother started arguing. After hearing what your mother said, I believe I can volunteer to be your wife."
Volunteer to be his wife?
Donovan's deep eyes flickered, his hands crossed around his chest, sizing her up cryptically. The woman had a fair-sized oval face with fine, three-dimensional features, that even if displayed on the big screen in the cinema, there were no faults to be found.
The crystal luster in her eyes showed that she had been crying. However, at the moment, she was elegantly smiling with composure.
Faced with his piercing gaze, she never showed any signs of awkwardness or embarrassment, instead, standing there, letting him size her up with a serene expression.
She was quite a mentally strong woman.
Donovan pulled up an inexplicable smile, his thin lips slightly parted, "But miss, what makes you think you have what it takes to become my wife?"
Hearing his words, Amandla knew that she was halfway to success. She smiled prettily, her voice crisp and pleasant.
"First, let me introduce myself. I'm Amandla, an eighteenth-line actress under the Shine Entertainment, I've acted in a few TV dramas. I wouldn't dare call myself a veteran actor, but I've won the Best Supporting Actress award. Today was supposed to be day that my fiancé and I got married, but he backed out."
As Amandla spoke, her eyes briefly dulled. When she looked up again, they were once more filled with starlight and defiance.
"I need a marriage to leave my past behind. Sir, you need a wife to deal with your mother whio is pressuring you for marriage. As an actress, I can become any type of wife. We can both get what we need. It's suitable, isn't it?"
Upon hearing Amandla's words, Donovan was a little surprised that someone would come out and declare such a thing to him.
Interesting!
Only after a while the man faintly uttered a word, "Okay."
The heart that Amandla had hoisted to her throat finally settled.
She was gambling on this, wondering if he would agree, daring him to agree!
This man might not need love, but he needs a marriage partner - who it is, he might not care at all.
Also, she wanted to make sure that she and her ex-fiancé, Mason, had no chance of regret! And the one who ruined her wedding, Tracey, would get the punishment she deserved!
Two hours later, Amandla held the marriage certificate in her hand, planning to open the red book to look at the man's name. The man's low voice echoed in her ear.
"This one, sign it."
Amandla took the document from Donovan's hand, looked at it carefully—it was a post-nuptial agreement. The general idea of the agreement is that she should cooperate with him in acting in public, and when the time is right, he will announce her status as his wife.
Anyway, she didn't plan to exploit this "husband" for anything, so she signed it readily.
Observing Amandla signing readily, Donovan raised his eyebrows slightly.
Does this woman really not know who he is? Or is she pretending?
