Because the man in the photo and the name on the marriage certificate was not Mr. Quintin, but Braden!
"What's wrong? Shouldn't you be happy about our marriage? Look at your pale face!"
Braden crossed his arms and asked with a half-smile.
It sounded more like a mockery of Shirley's ignorance than an inquiry.
"What have you done?"
Shirley suddenly felt that the marriage certificate was as hot as magma and she quickly threw it on the ground. She almost broke down.
Braden calmly bent down and picked up the new marriage certificate. He carefully swept the dust off its top with his slender fingers. He looked at the photo of the two with a deep gaze. The smile on his face was gentle.
"Look at our photo. We're a perfect match that is selected by our fate. Everyone will say that we're in deep love once they see it."
"Shut up!"