"Well, Mr Turner, can I tell Lucia that I am married?" Garaine asked, fidgeting, sitting on the couch of their hotel room. 

"Hm?" Weylin, who just came out of the bathroom while wiping his face, gazed at her. "Alright."

"Huh?" Garaine's eyes bulged out at his affirmation. She didn't expect him to agree that easily. "Is it re