The Beginning Of All Sins

The assistant returned to the hall, hoping to gauge something from Olivia’s expression. But Olivia remained so quiet that it was as if she was merely a whisper in the air.

Tyler’s car arrived about a dozen minutes later. The assistant went to meet him and informed him, Mrs. Jones was here earlier.”

Tyler stopped in his tracks, staring at the assistant. After a long pause, he muttered, “I see.”

Olivia sensed someone approaching from behind. Noticing it wasn’t the assistant, she wanted to glance up.

“Did you bring all the necessary papers?” she heard him ask, causing her to freeze. However, she managed to compose herself quickly.

“Yes,”

“Let’s go.”

Their conversation was short, as if it were just another business transaction. They walked down the hallway without exchanging a single glance. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

After processing their documents, the clerk instructed, “Now, sign here, and you’ll be legally married.

Olivia stared at the paper in front of her. Tyler didn’t move his pen either.

The assistant watched them from a distance, unable to decipher their thoughts.

Tyler was the first to sign, his signature exuding elegance and confidence, as if he were signing a business contract.

Olivia didn’t move. Tyler moved closer to her and said, “Take all the time you need to think about this. You’ve still got the chance to regret this and change your mind. Though, to be fair, signing this wouldn’t affect your life in any significant way either.”

Olivia took a long time before finally signing. Her signature lacked the polish of Tyler’s–it looked almost childlike.

“Congratulations,” the clerk said mechanically before returning to his computer.

Olivia couldn’t muster a response. Her ears were ringing. The reality of being “married” at twenty- three hit her like a ton of bricks.

Tyler remained impassive to the clerk’s words. After a moment, he spoke, “I’ll have my assistant drive you home.”

Shaken out of her daze, Olivia nodded. “Okay.”

Neither of them moved from their seats.

The clerk glanced up from his computer, only to find these two sitting motionlessly in their seats. Even he was growing confused.

The assistant finally approached Olivia. “Ms. Olivia? Allow me.”

The ringing in Olivia’s ears grew louder, giving her a headache. She wondered if it was due to anxiety or the emotional whirlwind she was experiencing. Clutching onto her chair, she stammered, “O–Okay,

Tyler stood beside her, studying her face. He looked a little sullen.