Kiss Me Deadly

It was a gloomy day with a heavy rain.

I was getting married.

Behind the glass window of the office sat a handsome man in formal dress, smiling and asking us, "Are you ready for the marriage procedures?"

I raised my eyebrows and tried to reply in a decent manner, "I am all ready."

He turned his head to Wilson and asked again, "How about you, sir?"

This gentleman, Lewis Wilson, was a cool guy. At this moment, he put on an indifferent expression on his face and raised his wrist to look at the watch.

"If the materials were incomplete......"

"Sorry!" Cicely, his secretary, came in the office and pushed Wilson's materials into the window, wiping the rainwater from his face with a handkerchief and showing a flattering smile to Lewis, "Sorry! boss, it's my fault that I have leaven the material in the office."

"Doesn't matter." Lewis looked to the handsome man in the suit who had started looking through the materials. Then his thin lips were opened, "Then, what should I do?"

"Full... fill out the form." The handsome man pushed out some forms and asked, "Du...do you need a translator?"

"No, thanks." Lewis took the signature pen, then he raised his face and said smoothly, "I don't understand the language you speak, please speak English."

I thought that man's mandarin was fine, because I could understand it anyway. It was not his fault that Lewis couldn't understand his words. After all, Lewis grew up in America, and that man was more handsome than Lewis, so, it couldn't be the handsome man's fault.

But Lewis always liked to take things seriously, so I had to look at the pitiful handsome young man who had blushed his face.

"I'm really sorry about my non-standard mandarin." The handsome man calmed down for a moment and said, "But sir, there are some forms that need to be filled in Chinese, is that okay?"

Lewis looked through that set of forms, and his frown got more and more tightening, "English."

The Chinese form was very easy to fill, but the English form was very difficult. Fortunately, I had a dictionary with me. When I was looking up the dictionary, all the forms in my hand were taken away.

A pile of Chinese forms was thrown to me, and I couldn't understand why, so I had to turn my head to stare at him. Finally, he raised his head under my stare with a slightly disgruntled glow dripping from the corners of his eyes, as if complaining about my bluntness, "I can't write Chinese."

"Ooh........"

I had been very clear about the fact that Lewis' Chinese proficiency was limited to hearing and speaking, not including reading or writing at all.

But even so, I still hesitated for a while and finally wrote down my signature-- Lydia Miller.

Actually, I was not the girl named Lydia Miller who was going to sign the marriage procedures with him today.

My name was Winnie Wilson. But to save my life, I must first change my name and complete this risky mission.

After filling out the form, Lewis took it and looked at it for a few seconds, then he raised the corners of his eyes to look at me and asked softly, "Lydia Miller?"

"Hmm."

He stared at me with his foggy blue eyes for a while, then he nodded and smiled, "I can't imagine that you are an acquaintance of mine."

"Yes..." I laughed dryly, "When I was a child, I attended ..."

"So..." he sneered and said in a deep voice, "The professional lair Miss Brown seems to have no idea that Miss Miller was amputated her arms last August."

Astonished for a moment, I stood up and involuntarily took several steps back. Seeing the materials in Cicely' hand again, I was about to run to snatch it back, but my wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone. It was Lewis, who tilted his head and looked at me with a calm face and a puzzling smile.

I took a swallow and explained as my mouth unclenching, "I'm sorry, I'm the one who makes...."

In the middle of the conversation, the handsome man came to inform us to take a picture in English.

Lewis dragged me to stand up and took a few steps. Suddenly, he pulled me violently and dragged me to his side, whispering to me, "Smile."

I took this photo almost with a thundercloud face, and after taking it, I was so scared that I couldn't stand up at all, but Lewis helped me up, and the cameraman asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Lewis asked, "Are you so happy?"

"Well......."

The cameraman laughed, "That's right. Getting married makes people happy!" He also teased me, "It's hard not to get excited when your husband is so handsome. Please wait in the VIP room first. It'll be half an hour before you can get your marriage certificate."

I finally made my mind clear, "No....."

"OK." Lewis' arm naturally rested on my shoulder, and with his eyes staring at me indifferently, he said, "Thanks."

After entering the VIP room, as soon as he let go of me, I immediately ran away, but behind my back came Lewis' typical and slow voice, "Have you ever consulted a lawyer to know how many years does the international law stipulate the sentence for marital fraud ?"

My legs were shaking, and my teeth were fighting. Then I heard his voice again, "You have half an hour to save yourself. Make some efforts."

I gritted my teeth and sat down, putting my hands on my knees. Then I asked bravely, "Does Mr. Lewis want to sue me again?"

"Maybe."

"You can call 110."

"Give up making any efforts?"

"Hmm."

"Good." He said leisurely as he took the coffee cup from the table, "I didn't imagine that the Mr. Miller would send a young girl with less than fifty IQs to cheat me."

I'd say he should be the one who got less than 50 IQs, but I agreed with him after thinking for a while.

After a while, Lewis put down his coffee cup and looked at me, saying softly, "I can just break off the engagement without suing you."

I hastened to say, "I'll call the police for you."

He smiled, "It seems to be safer in prison?"

"Hmm."

However, Lewis shook his head, "Yesterday afternoon, Mr. Miller and I already signed a contract on the premise of marriage, being worth 70 million dollars. If I decide to charge you with marital fraud, you may be sentenced to death or be sentenced for life imprisonment under the laws of your country."

I was so scared, because I didn't even know about it.

"Now you say your opinion."

As a foolish girl with IQ of less than 50, what could I say?

I decided to take a chance, "Can I choose neither?"

God, he simply nodded, "Yes."

Thank God!

"Thank you! You are rally a good man."

"Don't be happy too early." "I have conditions," he said.

"I promise that Miss Miller will be back soon!" I would do whatever it took to save my life.

"This is not hurry." He looked at me and slightly sneered, "Do you remember what I've said to you last time?"

My name was Winnie Brown, and I was twenty.

My life was supposed to be very happy. But two years ago, a gas leak in my house caused a huge explosion and I became a miserable person who was in debt.

I was not involved in any of this, and Mister Miller was the CEO of a famous local tycoon group.

But a month ago, he suddenly appeared before me and told me that he was distressed and needed my help.

This favor was to sign to get married with Lewis.

The bride, named Lydia, suddenly lost her mind two months ago and was admitted to a nursing home.

I was chosen because I looked like her and I was good at imitating other people's signatures.

After some twists and turns, I agreed to do so. And I accompanied Mr. Miller to meet Lydia's fiancé, Lewis, last Sunday.

He and she were in a business union and were appointed to get married before their births, and they never meet each other before. However, I did!

It all started last month. That day, I happened to go to the snack bar at the street across the Great Hall for dinner, and when I came out, I saw a radiant charming man.

When I first saw him, my only feeling was that he was perfectly handsome. With a charming face, and an attractive body shape, he was practically flawless.

My profession was painting and I liked to make a record when I saw something beautiful. My phone couldn't take photos, so I hid in the corner and took out a pen and some paper, intending to take advantage of the moonlight to do a quick sketch of him.

At this moment, the scent of red wine floated into my nose as a shadow fell before me. And a cold voice asked, "What are you doing?"

I was shocked and lifted my head to find that the charming man standing right in front of me.

His expression was faint, but it seemed serious.

I had to stand up and laughed dryly, "I'm a painter."

He fluttered his eyelashes slightly with a cold glint in his eyes, then he reached over and pulled my sketchbook, sweeping a glance, and said, "It's very alike."

I was overjoyed when I heard that, "Of course, I'm a painter......."

"You've violated my portrait rights." He frowned unhappily and asked, "Do you know the law?"

I was never articulate, so I dared not speak anything at this moment, watching him rip the paper to shreds and laying it on the sketchbook, then he handed them to me, "Miss, my lawyer will reserve the right to sue you."

I looked down at my book and looked up again and asked him, "Have I already broken the law?"

"Hmm."

"So, I'll be sent to the jail?"

"Maybe not." "Just detention and fines. I think." He said indifferently.

It was certainly not the first time that I had done this. In fact, others were quite happy when they find out, and some would even give me a few dollars to draw another one.

I had no idea that this would be an offence and would get a detention and fine.

So, I was almost numb with shock, and an accidental cry came out. I explained, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

He still frowned at those two extremely standard sword-like eyebrows. Not knowing if it was because he had drunk wine, his blue eyes showed a bit confusion, and he did not speak.

I thought that it was all up to him to sue or not to sue, so I bowed repeatedly and apologized, "I'm really sorry, dear sir, I really didn't mean it. Please don't sue me."

Of course, it wouldn't be long before I learned that the one who had been astonished that day was Lewis, who stared at me for a long time before handing over the tie in his hand and saying, "Please don't lose your etiquette."

I didn't think I was able to care about such a trivial matter as losing my etiquette, and I just cried and explained, "I just think you're handsome and in good fit, and I want to draw a picture to remember you and to secretly appreciate you, but I really don't know that it's against the law......."

"Please don't cry anymore." His voice was soft and a little bit gentle, "I was just scaring you."

Huh?

I lifted my head and looked at his serious face, thinking that I had misheard, "What did you say?"

"My lawyer doesn't have time for such a trivial matter, and you didn't do anything malicious, so an apology will be enough."

I confirmed again, "I didn't break the law?"

"There will be no penalty." He handed me his tie again, meaning obviously to ask me to wipe my tears quickly.

I was so mad at him!

As soon as I tugged at his tie and blew my nose, I snarled at his astonishing expression, "Then you pay for my sketchbook!"

He also glared at me, "What?"

"What kind of a crime is it to casually rip something belonging someone else?" I thought for a moment and, well, got it, "Infringing on my rights of property, right?"

He furrowed his brows, "Miss, it's you who have done the wrong thing first."

I interrupted him, brutally saying, " I have apologized for this!"

"OK, I apologize too." He said seriously, "Sorry, it was my way of stopping you that wasn't gentle enough."

"No way!" Don't bully me as a little girl, " That's different. I painted you while your face wasn't hurt, but you tore up my book, and my book is one page thinner for that. So, you've trespassed on my property!"

He listened to me to finish. And his expression seemed to be a bit messy, "Say your request."

"Pay for my notebook."

"Isn't just a page of it?"

" My father bought it for me when he was alive. Don't you know what a memento is?" I had to blackmailed him heavily today, "You foreigners don't care too much about kinship, but I do?"