Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride

Chapter 1406 - 1400: What Kind of Wedding Do You Want

It turned out that Vanessa Quinn really had a little trick up her sleeve. There was no record of Evander Lancaster getting a marriage certificate in the civil affairs bureau’s electronic files, so he successfully obtained one with Sophia Hamilton.Looking at the small red booklet in her hand, Sophia Hamilton couldn’t believe it for a long time.

"Mom, I’m married!"

Sophia Hamilton cheerfully held up the booklet to her mother, Juliana Lancaster, who brushed it aside with a helpless expression, "I know already!"

She had said it countless times in a short span and didn’t seem tired of repeating it.

Being disregarded by her mother didn’t upset Sophia Hamilton at all. She opened the booklet and looked at the photo of the two of them, inching closer and saying, "Look, it didn’t come out well—got a double chin. I should have told the staff to help us Photoshop it a bit."

Evander Lancaster didn’t look at their photo; his enchanting eyes remained on Sophia Hamilton’s face, a clear smile playing on his lips, and his tone was gentle.

"No need, looking like this is more real."

In just a few days, his woman had gained some weight; her cheeks were plump, like little dumplings, fair and tender. If her mother-in-law weren’t present, he would certainly have nibbled a few bites.

"Hmm, true. If I Photoshopped it into an alien face, it wouldn’t look like me."

Sophia Hamilton muttered to herself as she looked at the photo.

Juliana Lancaster couldn’t stand her daughter’s persistent chatter anymore and stood up from the sofa, "Alright, Evander, you keep Xiao Ru company; I’m going to the market to buy vegetables."

"Mom, let Evander drive you there." Sophia Hamilton finally looked up from the marriage certificate, and Juliana Lancaster grabbed the coat on the hanger, putting it on while refusing, "No need, it’s not far; let Evander stay with you!"

It’s only a twenty-minute journey; she wasn’t that high-maintenance.

"Mom, take your time," Evander Lancaster politely offered, and Juliana Lancaster snapped at him playfully, "I’m not old bones; don’t worry."

Watching Juliana Lancaster walk out the door, Evander Lancaster took the marriage certificate from Sophia Hamilton’s hand and placed it on the coffee table in front, wrapping his arms around her robust waist as Sophia Hamilton cooperatively sat on his lap.

With over a month left until the due date, the little pregnant woman inevitably gained weight, sitting on Evander Lancaster’s lap like a millstone.

"What kind of wedding do you want?" He tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear and gently asked.

Happiness came too suddenly, leaving Sophia Hamilton stunned. She had once fantasized about countless kinds of weddings—Western style, traditional Chinese, even classical. But now, with Evander Lancaster’s question, her mind went blank, crashing like a computer.

"What, are you dumbfounded?" Evander Lancaster amusedly pinched Sophia Hamilton’s chin, and she finally reacted, blinking, "Evander Lancaster, am I dreaming? Hurry and pinch me."

"Alright," Evander Lancaster agreed with a smile, then leaned in, pinched her chin, and playfully bit her lips.

"Ah..." Sophia Hamilton exclaimed and threw little punches at Evander Lancaster, "You jerk, I asked you to pinch me, why are you biting?"

Evander Lancaster’s joyful laughter echoed in the room, "It’s all the same."

"How could it be the same? Pinching is like this," Sophia Hamilton pinched Evander Lancaster’s shoulder, "and biting is like this, mmm..."

Sophia Hamilton blinked again, and as she closed her eyes, she wrapped her arms willingly around Evander Lancaster’s neck.

Though being sent back to her mother’s place, Evander Lancaster still visited her every day, but such intimacy was a first. Responding proactively, amid mutual interaction, Sophia Hamilton suddenly burst into laughter, "Hehe..."