346 Chapter 346: Marriage License

A prison in Seattle.

Michael heard the footsteps in confusion.

It wasn't seven o'clock yet, and not the round time. Who was walking in the passage?

With a creak, the door was pushed open, and a slender shadow fell from the door crack to the ground.

Michael tried to turn his head, and looked at the man wearing a mask and a white coat standing in front of his bed, then asked in a weak voice, "You... Who are you?"

There was a touch of disdain flashed by the man's eyes.

"A doctor," he said coldly.

Michael widened his eyes at once, trying to reach out his hand to grab the man. "Did-did boss sen-send you here?" He was out of breath when he finished the sentence. To his surprise, the boss didn't abandon him.

"Idiot! You ruined everything!" the man criticized him in a cold voice.

"No, no." Michael tried to sit up, but he soon fell down again before his head could leave the pillow. "It's all because of Ethan! It was all his fault! He's a devil!" 

The doctor snorted with disdain, then took out a syringe from his pocket. "Boss said you can take a rest from now on, and don't worry about these things."

"No! No!" Seeing the needle stuck into the infusion set, and the light blue liquid flowing in, Michael's face became ferocious.

He finally understood it now that the boss didn't send someone to visit him, but to kill him after their plan failed.

Veins were clearly visible around Michael's forehead, and he stared straight forward, losing his strength over time, like a fish dying in a dry pit.

The bedside monitor sounded an alarm, and the doctor calmly pulled the needle and put it back into his pocket. He watched Michael breathe out his last breath, then pushed the door open, walking outside.

The medical staff was running to Michael's room while he wore an expressionless face stepping in the opposite direction. When he walked by a trash can, he dumped the syringe into it.

***

When Ethan, who was signing his name at the Marriage License Bureau, received the call, he squinted at Kylie, who could barely sit up straight due to her sore back.

"Got it." 

Kylie was out of strength now, and her hand was too weak to hold the pen.

"Couldn't we do it another day?" 

"We'll be done soon after taking a picture together." Ethan put her on his legs and held her hand to write down her name. "Let me help you." 

"No." Kylie rejected and escaped away. "You can't force me to do so. I must write it down on my own." 

"How about now?" Ethan gently rubbed her waist with a tender smile on his face.

Kylie flushed. "Don't press your wood against me!" 

Ethan kissed her, saying with a smile, "I can't help it. It gets exciting every time it touches you." 

A female officer in this bureau looked at this couple across the table.

In the beginning, she even felt sorry for Kylie, because she mistook Kylie as a disabled person, and couldn't understand why Kylie hesitated to fill the blanks if Kylie was going to marry such a handsome man.

However, she discovered something unusual about them.

No matter how noisy or messy the surroundings were, the man wouldn't move his eyes away from the girl.

Although he was wearing an expressionless face all the time, his sight fell on the girl from the beginning to the end, like it was never enough to look at her.

Just then, he even smiled, which was so charming.

Even she, who was a middle-aged woman, was attracted to him.

Kylie pinched Ethan's cheek, then said, "Stop flirting with me! Let's go take the picture. I must go to work today."

"Yes, madam." Ethan carried Kylie in his arms, walking into the photo room.

They sat together shoulder to shoulder, but Ethan was still staring at Kylie.

"Sir, I understand your bride is very beautiful, but I think you should look at me now," the photographer jokes.

Ethan did turn to give him a glance, but it was a cold one.

The photographer swallowed once, feeling a little frightened.

Just when he pressed the shutter, a beautiful picture was left in the lens, in which the man's tender eyes still fell on the girl's face.

Finally, they went to get their marriage licenses from the middle-aged female officer who sat at the table.

"Miss, are you sure you're willing to be married?" 

Kylie coughed a little, then approached Ethan. "Yes, I'm sure."

Kylie stared straight at Ethan.

The middle-aged female officer then turned to Ethan and asked with a smile. "Sir, are you sure you're going to marry this miss and you won't regret it no matter what will happen in the future?"

What? Are you sure you're not setting us apart? Kylie thought to herself.

Ethan nodded with a serious face. "I'm sure. This lady will and only will be my wife." 

"Fine." The middle-aged female officer had nothing else to say, then gave their marriage licenses to them. "Congratulations! You're a legal couple now." 

Just when Kylie reached out her hand to take them, Ethan grabbed them away.

"You're going to work today. Just leave them to me. I'll take care of them." After that, Ethan insisted on carrying Kylie in his arms, walking out of the Marriage License Bureau.

"Put me down! The middle-aged female officer thought I'm a disabled person!" Kylie was mad.

Ethan gave her a glance with a broad smile on his lips. He walked to the Knight XV, and Elliot opened the car door for him. "Congratulations! Mr. Parker and Mrs. Parker." 

The same picture emerged again in Kylie's mind.

When he had deceived her into marrying him, he had done the same thing, and he even had sent Elliot and Pupu a gift.

"Give me!" Kylie spread her hand out.

"What?" Ethan held her hand and pulled her to his arms.

Kylie drew her hand back, then spread it out before the man's face again. "Gift! Shouldn't you send Elliot a gift?" 

Elliot gave the rear-view mirror a glance and said with great respect, "Thank you, Mrs. Parker." 

Ethan glanced at Elliot, then announced. "You're the manager of the Publicity Department now."

It was nothing to send out gifts, and Ethan directly promoted Elliot after he said congratulations to them.

Elliot felt so honored. "Thank you so much, Mrs. Parker and Mr. Parker!" 

Kylie pouted. "You're not working in the Century Group now. Why did you send Elliot there?" 

"He's the manager of Peak Pictures now," Ethan said. His hand smoothed Kylie's hair.

Seeing she was in a good mood now, Ethan opened his mouth again, "I just received a call from the hospital. Michael's dead." 

Kylie's body stiffened a little, turning to look at him. "Did he die from cancer?" "Not really, he had injected a medicine which stopped his heart from beating," Ethan said. 

Kylie compressed her lips and felt slightly sorry for him. "I planned to support him during his old age if he's willing to change, but it seems there is no need to do that now."

Ethan tightened his arms to let her lie on his chest. "Do you want to see him for the last glance?" 

"No." Kylie shook her head. "I'll just remember what he has done to you if I see him again. I don't care if he's dead now." Kylie stopped for a second, then looked to Ethan. "Did you always plan to attract Michael's attention by using my identity?"