Heart hammering in fright for the night that lay above her, she adjusted her dress and got out of the car. Outside the mansion, a swarm of paparazzi were waiting for them, clicking pictures feverishly in an attempt to catch a peek of the newlyweds.
Kevin was accustomed to their endless chatter and the restless camera flashes but Emma wasn't used to getting all that fame and attention.
She felt anxious and blinked nervously when Kevin stood next to her, hand holding her waist, and the agitated camera flashes became more intense. Emma gulped.
Like a proud wolf of a pack, his fingers danced on her back and then grabbed her waist firmly as he shot her a teasing glare.
"Pretend to be my loving wife," whispering, he gave a slight tug on her waist while pulling her close to him. Of course, she knew how to behave being Mrs Kevin. She knew he'd never put up with any unpleasant situation caused by her.
Kevin found it unsettling that Emma simply nodded without even glancing at him. In contras
