Nora Hart's sudden shout stopped Andrew Locke in his tracks, and he turned his eyes toward her, his gaze deep and intense.
"Go ahead! Any last words before we get the certificate?"
Nora Hart was truly frightened, but she knew exactly who Andrew Locke was—a man who did what he promised.
"How about you reconsider? I have a bad temper, no manners, spend money like water, and neither respect the elderly nor love animals. Marrying me, a commoner, is a loss for a diamond bachelor like you."
"Besides, I am mixed up in the entertainment industry. What if a scandal breaks out one day? What would people think of you?"