Please behave My Lord

Chapter 522: Substitute Driver

Chapter 522: Substitute driver

When the registrar heard Mariana say this, she stood in the doorway with some hesitation.

-Listen to her," Leopoldo said quietly as he rested his eyes on the woman's body.

Mariana obviously felt that the man was looking at her and could not avoid a shiver in her heart.

-Can you stop looking at me like that? You make my skin crawl.

-It's not that I'm going to eat you," said Leopoldo with an innocent tone.

He didn't understand why Mariana was disgusted by his gaze. The two of them were going to sleep

together in the future, so there was no need to worry too much.

-You're going to eat me," Mariana looked at him and said with a snort.

Leopoldo was a villain and could do anything.

-You expect me to eat you? -Leopoldo laughed twice and asked the woman.

Hearing the man say that, Mariana felt increasingly disgusted.

"How come everything good that comes out of Leopoldo's mouth turns sour?"

-I'm too lazy to keep talking to you.

Mariana gave him a blank stare and wanted to keep her distance from him. Over the years, when

Leopoldo spoke, he didn't sound like a company president.

Next, the registrar ushered the photographer into the shed.

-Sorry for the delay, we can start now," the photographer addressed the two of them as he took the

camera in his hand.

Mariana nodded, then pulled Leopoldo forward and stood in front of the red background.

Mariana was very familiar with the lighting in the shed, after all, her previous work environment was set

up that way. But in comparison, Leopoldo was not so natural.

-Mr. Durán, smile a little," the photographer looked at Leopoldo with a serious expression.

It was a matrimonial photo, not anything else.

Hearing the photographer's words, Mariana turned her head to look at Leopoldo.

-What, you don't want to marry me?

Even if he wasn't willing, he didn't have to show it so obviously.

A little bitter, Leopoldo could only sketch a smile with difficulty.

-Well, that's good! Three, two, one, cheese!

The photographer pressed the shutter and the wedding photo was taken.

After receiving the marriage certificate, Mariana couldn't help but laugh out loud at the sight of

Leopoldo's photo. She was not to blame, Leopoldo's smile was too fake.

Leopoldo threw a look full of disdain at the woman.

-Have you laughed enough?

Mariana paused for a moment and answered:

-No

The registrar looked at the duo and could not help but smile and say:

-Blessings to you.

Leopoldo, the national god, was finally getting married. At that time, she was also a fan of this man.

Mariana looked at the photo and couldn't help but scoff.

-You look like I threatened you to stay with me.

-It's not like I worked with the cameras either, I smiled for your sake.

Mariana could quickly find one characteristic of Leopoldo, he really didn't love to smile. No matter what

activities he attended, there was rarely a smile on his face.

-I know.

Suddenly, Mariana realized something.

From the moment they met, the man always seemed to have an icy face. In all these years, he never

seemed to break the habit. The lack of a smile was one of his characteristics.

-Mr. Durán, the car you asked for is already at the door.

When Mariana and Leopoldo finished their conversation, the woman on the other side of the door

suddenly entered and reminded Leopoldo.

-The driver changed? -Mariana looked at the man in front of her and couldn't help but ask.

-Yes, he changed," Leopoldo answered.

-However, Mr. Durán, now the entrance is crowded," the man said with some difficulty as he looked at

Leopoldo. In some inexplicable way, the crowd had increased.

It took him a lot of effort to get the car to the door.

-Is there a back door here? -Mariana asked.

It would be great if they could get out the back door.

-There is," the subordinate answered without taking his eyes off Leopoldo.

He had worked very hard to move the car to the front, but now he felt that all his efforts had been in

vain.

-Then we'll take the back door," Mariana didn't think about it and said directly.

She didn't want to see her friends in the media or anything like that. Right now, she just wanted to

disappear from the public. She looked at Leopoldo and didn't want to wait for the other person to agree.

-Are you so afraid of people knowing about our relationship? -Leopoldo looked at her and asked

suddenly.

He was interested in knowing Mariana's state of mind. Why was she afraid of the media's stares? Did

she feel bad about being with Leopoldo?

This was a very important set of questions for Leopoldo.

-No... No," Mariana looked at Leopoldo and politely denied it.

Of course it wasn't what Leopoldo thought, she just didn't want to be the center of attention again. She

would never go back to the entertainment industry anyway.

-Wouldn't she? -Leopoldo asked her.

Mariana was stunned, her eyes fell on the man, and she unconsciously paused.

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Leopoldo's hand had never been light or heavy, but it was unsettling when it was so strong.

-We'll go out the front door," Leopoldo said at once without even thinking.

-You... -Mariana stopped her steps and looked at the man in front of her with some difficulty.

She knew Leopoldo would not do what she wanted. This man would stand his ground, think things over

and do what he wanted.

-What's wrong? -Leopoldo looked at the woman and asked softly.

-Nothing is wrong.

The words Mariana had uttered reached her throat and she swallowed them hard. She knew perfectly

well that it would be useless to argue with Leopoldo.

Mariana no longer reacted.

-Mr. Durán.

Without waiting for Leopoldo to approach, his subordinate suddenly called out to him.

Leopoldo looked at the man in front of him with slight bewilderment and disdain.

-What is it? Can you say it all at once?

-You may want to prepare yourselves mentally because the flow of people at the door is not really what

you think it is.

The subordinate glanced at the couple and gave a cautious jab in advance.

At times like this, the most tired person was the bodyguard.

-How many can there be? -Leopoldo asked coolly.

It was just a handful of gossiping journalists, plus a few fans. Even if these people were there, what

could they do?