Lucas sat to the side, arching an eyebrow as he watched Beauty cheerfully entertaining the two elderly folks.
The gloom that had clouded his face earlier finally gave way to a faint smile.
"Beauty, Lucas, when are you two going to get your marriage certificate?
Beauty's already of legal age—aren't you in any hurry?"
Beauty's heart skipped a beat.
She was just a fake girlfriend—how could they possibly get married?
Panicked, she immediately shot a pleading glance at a certain someone.
Lucas crossed his legs, a sly smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
Deliberately ignoring her desperate look, he chuckled, "Don't worry, Grandma
. We'll get it done soon."
Beauty's stomach twisted, her face paling for a split second before flushing crimson.
She glared at him furiously, her cheeks burning.
To the elderly couple, her reaction only seemed like bashfulness.
