“Help me?”

“No, not help,” Shirley quickly corrected herself, “I’ll do my part. Don’t worry.”

Carter then nodded his head slightly, satisfied, and observed the flux of emotions on Shirley’s face before slowly getting up. His tall and lean figure walked past Shirley with an air of elegance and nobility. Then, he stopped.

Shirley stood up quickly, only seeing Carter’s back.

“After this task is done, I might consider letting you formally become my wife,” Carter murmured coldly.

After saying that, he sauntered toward the door.

Shirley’s red lips parted slightly from shock, unable to return to her senses for a moment.

Dazed, she stared at Carter’s back as he walked further away. The contour of his body left a clear and memorable mark in her eyes.

Even if it was just a formality, and even if he was just tossing her a fake but beautiful lie, she would still gladly endure the hardship.

“I will definitely get this done!”

Shirley solemnly promised at Carter’s back.

Carter did not stop