Byron and Rosalie were at the entrance of the marriage registration unit.

Rosalie held the marriage certificate and was in a trance as if she had returned six years ago.

That year, she had also married Byron without any preparation.

It was just that back then, Byron had registered their marriage hastily. He even left immediately after the registration. Luther was the one who drove her back home.

It was as if it was only a business occasion.

At the moment, Byron wore a stylish suit and smile