Chapter 237 Getting Married
"Mr. Robinson, you're so good at this, feels amazing, a bit higher, harder"
On the sofa, Elizabeth was moaning in an exaggerated, seductive voice.
Timothy's handsome face darkened with exasperation. He raised his hand and smacked Elizabeth's butt.
"Elizabeth, if you keep making those sounds, I swear I'll strip you naked right now!"
It was just a massage with essential oil!
Elizabeth was doing this on purpose with those sounds, he knew it.
Elizabeth turned her head and stared at Timothy in disbelief, "Where did you just hit?"
Timothy covered her with a silk robe and screwed the cap back on the essential oil bottle. His well-defined hands smelled of jasmine from the oil.
He pulled out a tissue to wipe his hands, then turned to look at her, his deep eyes drawing her in like whirlpools.
Elizabeth obediently lay there squirming as she put on the robe. She sat up and fixed her hair, "Go wash your hands quickly, I'm going to bed."
Timothy gave a cold laugh, stood up, and walked to the bathroom to wash his hands.
When Timothy came out of the bathroom, he saw Elizabeth wearing high heels.
The thin straps wound around her ankles, very alluring.
Wearing the heels, she twisted her slender waist and walked toward Timothy with captivating grace, her eyes sparkling.
Timothy was puzzled.
Timothy's face was full of wariness. Usually when Elizabeth acted like this, she was planning to mess with him.
Elizabeth smiled sweetly, running her finger in circles on his chest, lips curving up, "Mr. Robinson, relax a little."
Timothy's mouth twitched. He grabbed the hand on his chest, "Can we just talk normally? You're kind of scaring me like this."
Elizabeth's head shot up, completely incredulous, "You're scared? Am I that unattractive?"
Her expression was serious.
Walking toward him so seductively, shouldn't he be excited and wanting to have sex with her?
Timothy picked Elizabeth up, placed her on the bed, crouched down, held her calf, and took off her high heels, "Let's talk under the covers."
Too much talking, he preferred action.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. So he was just playing hard to get.
She pressed her toes against Timothy's shoulder, "I was inviting you to dance, why are you taking off my shoes? Today when I danced the opening dance with Herschel, I saw you were jealous."
She bent down, lifted Timothy's chin, and smiled at him, "Want to dance? Just the two of us."
Timothy raised an eyebrow, his Adam's apple bobbing. He chuckled softly, "Okay."
Elizabeth released his chin.
Timothy put the high heels back on her, his hot palm rubbing against her ankle.
He stood up, bent down with his hand extended in a gentlemanly invitation, his eyes filled with tender light, "Ms. Penrose, may I have the honor of this dance?"
Elizabeth lifted her chin slightly, proudly extending her hand, which he gently took.
She got off the bed and stood before him.
Timothy's hand rested gently on her waist.
"Music!"
There was no actual music.
But in the bedroom, the two seemed to be in a ballroom, slowly dancing to an imaginary rhythm.
Her hand rested on his shoulder as she gently spun with him.
Timothy looked at her.
They danced slowly, as if time had stopped.
The two held each other close, feeling each other's heartbeat and warmth.
Elizabeth leaned on Timothy's shoulder.
The night was gentle.
She said softly, "Tomorrow we'll get our marriage license first, then go on a date, and then have a candlelit dinner."
She had waited so many years.
He had waited so many years too.
Timothy's large hand cupped the back of her neck, his lips pressing a cherished kiss on her forehead, his voice husky, "Okay."
The next morning.
Sunlight streamed through the curtains into the room.
Elizabeth opened her eyes and turned to look at Timothy, who had already woken up and finished handling some matters.
"Good morning, Elizabeth." Timothy said softly, his eyes full of love.
"Good morning, Mr. Robinson." Elizabeth smiled in response.
Today was a special day, and they quickly got up.
While Elizabeth was brushing her teeth in the bathroom, Timothy picked up his phone and called Alfonso first, "Do you want to take Seraphina out today?"
The person who met with Emma had run away too fast and wasn't caught.
This style of doing things was very much like Jake's people.
Timothy frowned.
Alfonso was in a video conference meeting. Hearing Timothy's words, his mouth twitched slightly as he smiled fakely, "Sure, I'll come pick her up now."
After hanging up, Timothy chuckled softly and walked into the bathroom to watch Elizabeth wash her face.
He leaned against the doorframe, smiling at her, "Alfonso is coming to pick up Seraphina soon, we can go get our marriage license without worry."
Alfonso was a cunning man.
With him around, Seraphina would be safe.
Alfonso didn't know Timothy had given him such a description, but even if he knew, Alfonso probably wouldn't care.
Elizabeth turned to look at Timothy, a hint of amusement in her eyes, "That's clever of you, but isn't this a bit unfair? After all, Mabel hasn't said she wants to be with Alfonso yet?"
Timothy walked over and gently hugged her from behind, whispering in her ear, "One's willing to hit, one's willing to take it."
Elizabeth fell silent.
"I'll text Mabel later to ask if she's pregnant."
Elizabeth turned around, giving him a quick peck on the lips, "I'm going to check on Seraphina first."
Timothy nodded and let Elizabeth go.
Elizabeth left the bathroom and picked up her phone to send Mabel a message: [Mabel, are you pregnant?]
They were close friends, so Elizabeth didn't beat around the bush.
After sending the message, Elizabeth went to Seraphina's room.
She pushed open the door to find Seraphina sleeping soundly with her limbs spread out.
"Seraphina, time to get up," Elizabeth touched Seraphina's forehead, "Alfonso is taking Seraphina out to play today."
"Mommy." Seraphina opened her sleepy eyes and reached up to hug Elizabeth's neck. She heard she was going out to play with Alfonso today.
Seraphina's brain instantly processed the information about going out to play.
Elizabeth smiled and kissed Seraphina's forehead, "Come on, brush your teeth and have breakfast."
Their family of three had just finished breakfast when Alfonso walked into the house.
Seraphina happily called out, "Alfonso!"
That call of "Alfonso" put Alfonso in a good mood.
Alfonso bent down to look at Seraphina, "Let's go, I'm taking you out to play today."
Seraphina nodded excitedly, turned to wave at Timothy and Elizabeth, "Daddy, Mommy, I'm going out to play!"
"Be good, Seraphina, listen to Alfonso." Elizabeth said with a smile.
"I know, Mommy!" Seraphina responded happily, holding Alfonso's hand as they headed out first.
Elizabeth and Timothy exchanged glances, "Let's go to the marriage registration office, they'll be open by the time we get there."
They spoke almost in unison.
They went to change clothes and set off for the marriage registration office.
Timothy drove himself today.
Elizabeth sat in the passenger seat, actually feeling a bit nervous.
At the marriage registration office, they walked into the hall, took photos, and filled out various forms.
Finally, under the witness of the staff, they received their marriage certificates.
Though the steps seemed simple, Timothy and Elizabeth approached each one very seriously.
Elizabeth took photos of the two marriage certificates and posted them on Facebook, with privacy settings not open to the public.
Today, Elizabeth and Timothy registered their marriage.