In the car towards the marriage bureau,


    Anya held back herughter and showed her wristwatch to her husband-to-be. "Forty-five minutes left." A minutete to the closing time, they couldn''t register their marriage.


    Alvin nced at her. Yes, he was excited about their marriage. More than that, she was in a great mood to tease him. He shifted the gear to the top and mmed the elerator, racing the ck Benz Wagon through the traffic.


    Anya pursed her lips watching him speeding into the busy streets. The route to the marriage bureau was thirty minutes. Due to traffic, it might take a bit longer. He was cool because they could reach before time. Whereas Anya wanted to add the thrill element to it.


    ''Click.''


    Alvin warned her as soon as she unbuckled her seat belt, "Put it back on."


    He has to speed on the road, so the seat belt is a must. Or else. he will have to stop the car and put the seatbelt on for her. Anya let go of the seat belt and shrugged her shoulders making an innocent face.


    Having no choice, Alvin pulled the car aside and turned to the woman who was having fun.


    ''Challenge epted.'' He moved his seat back as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her on hisp.


    Straddling him, Anya opened and closed her mouth like a goldfish. This wasn''t how she expected his reaction. Shouldn''t he unbuckle his seatbelt to reach her seatbelt?


    Why was she on hisp, in apromising position?


    Anya wanted to say they would bete but she was the one who was ying him. So she pretended to be indifferent.


    Alvin was aware she wanted them to register their marriage. She was just in her mischief mood as there was time. He could have buckled her belt, however, she would have done something again. So to stop her once and for all, he had only one choice.


    Threatening her.


    He gently grazed her soft cheek with the back of his fingers. His voice was like melting chocte on her tongue, "Little Donut, a mark on the cheek, swollen lips would look perfect for the marriage certificate."


    Anya: "..."


    She didn''t want to look like a panda on the marriage certificate. The first time she wanted to look good in a picture. She quickly chose to behave before he thinks of biting her cheek or kissing her senselessly.


    shing him a sweet smile, she struggled to get back on the shotgun seat and fastened the seat belt.


    Threat worked. Alvin held back hisughter and drove towards the marriage bureau without any more stunts. His only focus was to get their marriage registered before anybody could appear out of nowhere and keep his Little Donut busy.


    Something shed in his mind. They were speaking about her consultation with Doctor Bose. Stopping at a red light, Alvin turned to Anya who was grinning while busy on her phone with Krystle. "Little Donut, did you meet Doctor Bose to ask if you could marry me?"


    Anya chuckled at his creative thinking. She didn''t hide about her visit and was briefed on how Zane will have to face troubles because of them. But marrying Alvin for that would be unfair. So she visited a doctor to find a way to get rid of her fear.


    ''Fear.'' Alvin knew what fear she was talking about. He hadn''t forgotten that yet as he feels responsible for it. He didn''t care if she did it for him or herself. He reached out and pulled her ear, causing her to cry out. "Alvin… Alvin…."


    "What solution did youe up with?" His voice was dark and cold, annoyed by her actions.


    Anya said the fact, "Nothing, doctor asked me to get you. Idiot… Ouch… Alvin…" Anya rubbed her reddened ear, checking in the mirror.


    Alvin was at least d that doctor was sensible and didn''t make her do anything stupid like visiting the karaoke bar or hypnotizing her to face the pain again.


    Wait, "Why were you awake all night?"


    Anya recalled the important matter, "Alvin, there are some suspicious men in with the event managementpany. There are about eight of them."


    Alvin furrowed hearing it. They had clearly instructed to bring well-trained and professional workers for every task. "Continue."


    Anya continued, "They are taken for the job of cleaning and washing dishes. I have dug into their information but there is no clue on how they gathered for this event. Although their actions and behavior seem off, I could bet they are nted to keep us distracted."


    She leaned back and sighed at the situation the mastermind had created for them. "We can''t know the n to prepare a counter n. We can''t stop the party. We could only be prepared and wait for their attack. I have spoken to your security team, they will keep an eye on the event management team and keep us in the loop if they find any problems. Arrange…"


    Anya came up with the solutions, and quick ns in an emergency and instructed him on some details that needed attention.


    Alvin expected her to go to Majestic Clubhouse to enjoy. His super cop wife couldn''t let go of her job. Attentive, sharp, and detailed as soon behaved like an officer.


    He stopped the car in front of the marriage bureau and cupped her dainty face, "I got it. I will take care of it. You are on vacation, just focus on plundering your husband''s wealth."


    Anya wanted to say it doesn''t happen that way. If there is trouble, how could she ignore it? She would be the first one to stand facing the problem to kick it in the b*tt.


    Anyway, she nodded. Plunder? She was the cop to catch the invaders. And her husband-to-be wants her to be the invader. "Let me make you my husband first."


    Wonderful, she wouldn''t correct him as a boyfriend anymore. Alvin pecked on her lips before letting go of her.


    Both alighted the car. Krystleunched her hug attack on Anya while Linus stood proud of his brother. Alvin ignored everything and peeled away his wife and took her inside, leaving Krystle speechless and Linus inughter.


    "Your brother seemed to be nning to hide my wife. Her first duty is to me." Krystleined to Linus.


    Linus continued tough as they entered the marriage bureau. Anya and Alvin were thest ones for the day so they had notified the officials about the two.


    Anya and Alvin submitted their details and the office agent at the other side of the counter checked on hisputer to enter their details and asked, "Why didn''t youplete the registrationst time?"


    Alvin: "…"


    Anya was confused. This was her first time stepping into a marriage bureau. "This is the first time we came here."


    Linus noticed Alvin''s change in expression. He grabbed Alvin''s arm and pulled him aside, "Bro, you didn''t do what I am thinking. Did you?" Linus asked in a low voice.


    Which department doesn''t have a problem? If they give the picture with a signed application, the marriage could be registered. Since the couple was there, Linus guessed, Anya''s identity had stopped the registration.


    Alvin wanted to stop the conversation and focus on the registration. His actions would easily give him out, Anya was too smart to deduce it.


    Linus didn''t need a response. He announced, "You are doomed." He desperately wanted to take Krystle out. If not Anya, Krystle was going to be pissed off.


    Anya received a marriage application that was filled and signed, dated when she had sold her old vi to Alvin. Anya recalled she hadn''t checked the paper as he had made her flustered. She had believed him with every word on the legal papers and he fooled her by adding a marriage application.


    She snickered mockingly. As a secret service officer, her details will be secret hence before going to register the marriage she needs to inform her higher officer. Then they couldplete the registration process.


    If she wasn''t the secret service officer, she would have been Alvin''s wife without any idea about it. She knew Alvin could go to any extent to keep her safe with him. However, she hadn''t expected he would try to deceive her when they were in a rtionship.


    Now it didn''t feel like a marriage out of love but his devious rule where she was a puppet. "There will be no marriage." She said to the office agent, crumpling the paper in her hand into a ball.