My Deskmate A Movie King Faked Cancer For Cash Chapter 17

My Deskmate A Movie King Faked Cancer For Cash Chapter 17

Julian held me all through the night.

“I’m clearing my schedule tomorrow. I’m canceling every shoot.”

“Where do you want to go?”

“We can go see the snow, okay? Or the beach…”

“No, wait! Hazel, let’s get married first!”

I tried to push back, but Julian wouldn’t take no for an answer. He practically dragged me to the courthouse.

“Hazel, you have to make me official.”

Looking into his stubborn, desperate eyes, I finally gave in.

While taking our photo, the photographer teased him.

“Sweetheart, your guy looks absolutely thrilled. Look at him, his eyes are completely red.”

I wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and smiled gently.

“How old are you again? You’re acting like a kid.”

He turned the marriage certificate over and over, studying it before tucking it securely into his inner coat pocket.

“Hazel, you’re mine now.”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

I wanted to tell him that he was mine, too.

—

That night, he posted a single update on social media with a photo of the certificate: “Official.”

The comment section exploded instantly, but I didn’t look at a single one.

I leaned against his shoulder as waves of pain washed through my stomach, keeping the agony to myself.

He leaned down and kissed my forehead. “Tired? Let’s go home.”

“Yeah, let’s go home.”