Chapter 392 Let’s Register Our Marriage Certificate! (1/2)

The next morning, Terence returned home.

He asked for the household register from his father, Edmund. In truth, he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Carla's condition was delicate due to her pregnancy. He deliberately didn't mention anything about their wedding or the marriage certificate so that she wouldn't feel stressed out.

However, when she took the initiative to bring it up in conversation last night, Terence immediately took action. He undeniably felt delighted with the idea. In fact, only when Carla's name was finally printed on his household register, that he felt entirely secure.

Edmund was initially dissatisfied with Carla, but he no longer opposed their union when Terence showed him her B-mode ultrasound. Therefore, with no objection from his family, Terence finally got the household register.

Although Carla was still in the early stages of the pregnancy, Edmund had to admit that the baby was his grandchild. And with his own blood residing and growing in Carla's belly, he had lost his strength to oppose the marriage.

On their way to the Civil Affairs Bureau, Terence and Carla decided to get some photos taken for their marriage certificate.

The both of them looked pleased by the photographs. They were just like any other couple about to tie the knot and live under the same roof.

”Look, how handsome I am!”

Terence lovingly put up his picture against a red backdrop.

Carla, on the other hand, smiled coyly. Unhappy with the outcome of her photo, she teased her narcissistic husband-to-be and said, ”Of course, you're handsome! Why else would I agree to marry you?”

Terence knew that she was only teasing him. When he looked at the silly girl smiling in the photo, he could not help but flash a cheeky smirk too.

He took one of the photos, folded it and stuffed it in his wallet, which was a display of affection.

”Terence, I hear cross-dressing is quite popular now. Why don't we try that when we get married?” asked Carla with a grin.

Then, she safely stashed away the photos into a file.

”Cross-dress? What's that?” Terence asked, seemingly puzzled. His confusion was proof that the term did not ring a bell.

”It means that the groom is going to wear a wedding dress while the bride will wear a suit. How about that? Let's try it at our wedding, okay? I want to see you in a woman's clothes.”

Just as Carla finished her sentence, Rainer, who was driving, couldn't help but burst into laughter.