Chapter 3 – Let’s get married for six months
Joanna soon regained her composure. A woman's handbag meant nothing. She began to scream for her boyfriend.
"Logan!" She checked the kitchen, but it was empty, so she began running up the stairs.
"Logan!"
"Lo..." the door of his bedroom opened just as her hand was about to turn the knob, and Logan stepped out with a towel around his waist. His hairy chest was on display, making Joanna think that he came out of the shower, but his hair wasn't damp or anything of that sort.
From the words that came out of his mouth, he seemed to have forgotten about their supposed arrangement.
"Joanna, what do you want here?"
Joanna's eyes welled up. "Did you forget? Today is our wedding day, and why is your phone switched off? You promised to take half the day off to pick me up at my apartment, so what happened?
"Joanna..."
Joanna was so desperate that she refused to accept her suspicions. They had to get married now, and after getting what she wanted, she could divorce him later.
"Let me pick and iron your clothes. We are running late." She already barged into his room before he could stop her.
"No."