Flash Marriage: He Made My Jaw Drop

Flash Marriage He Made My Jaw Drop

As Vivienne hurriedly turned to leave, Damien spoke up. "You never gave me your number. How can I contact you later?"

Embarrassed, Vivienne pulled out her phone, and the two of them added each other on Whatsapp. Damien sent her his phone number. "Call me if you need anything."

This was Damien's personal number. Vivienne glanced at his phone out of the corner of her eye, noticing that he'd changed her contact name to 'Wife.'

"Okay." There was something strange about it all, she thought. She was a married woman now?

She'd thought about just leaving his contact information as his name, but after seeing the word wife, she hesitated. My Mr. Smyth, she typed in. Damien was about to say he'd walk her back when his phone suddenly rang. The words died on his lips, and he instead said, "Have a safe trip."

Vivienne nodded and hailed a cab by the side of the road to leave, and Damien watched her go.

Not long after, a Rolls Royce stopped beside him and the man in it rolled down the window.

"I thought you were waiting for me at the cafe. What are you doing here at City Hall?"

The man who'd spoken was the second heir of Skyreach Group, Grayson Smyth.

"Just getting a license." Damien pulled open the door and got in, his voice low. "Drive me to the airport."

Grayson started the car, but asked curiously, "What license are you talking about?"

"Marriage license."

Grayson was so startled by Damien's casual attitude that he stepped on the gas too soon, and when he realized what he'd done he slammed on the brakes, narrowly avoiding an accident. "Are you serious? You don't even have a girlfriend. Mom

introduced so many women to you, but you didn't like any of them, and she started to think you liked men.

"Well, our family's pretty open-minded. Mom will probably find some guys for you to choose from, and I'll carry on the family name-"

"That's enough. I'm halving your paycheck for the rest of the year."

"What?! Don't!"

"Once you drop me off at the airport, you can help me buy a house. It doesn't need to be too big-three bedrooms and two bathrooms will do."

"What are you buying such a small house for? You've got all those villas to your name already... Aren't those enough?"

Damien glanced away. Grayson shut up, but there was no way his brother was serious about the marriage certificate or the house. This had to be a joke. Or did Damien have a secret girlfriend he hadn't known about?

He couldn't have just found some random woman on the street to

marry.

When Vivienne returned home, her mother picked up a feather duster and smacked her with it as soon as she opened the door. "Vivienne, what have you done? I told you to go on that date. Did you lie to me? Why-"

Before Mrs. Quinn could finish her sentence, Vivienne took out the marriage certificate.

"Mom, I got married." She opened the paper to show her mother. "You can relax now."

Mrs. Quinn looked it over, dumbfounded. She tossed away the feather duster and took the paper with trembling hands.

The man in the picture was certainly good-looking. She moved on

to the name... Damien? Damien Smyth. She remembered the man

on the dating site had spelled his last name as Smith, though. Why was it listed here as Smyth?

Could she have misread it?