Chapter 392: Sealed in Red
Fraser handed over the household registration book. The clerk took it and checked the details carefully. After a while, she looked up and asked, “Where’s your wedding photo?”
At that, Fraser and Summer exchanged a look. They hadn’t taken one. It was their first time registering for marriage—neither of them had experience.
Seeing their reaction, the clerk didn’t seem surprised. She pointed to the room next door. “Go next door and take your wedding photo, then come back.”
Fraser and Summer headed into the photography room. It was simple—a red backdrop stretched across the wall, and a large, square camera was set up in front.
Fraser was dressed in a custom white shirt and black trousers. Tall and upright, he stood with rare formality. Summer wore a loose-fitting blue and white dress, fresh and elegant, her eyes bright and full of life. She stood beside him, their clothing brushing lightly. They both stood straight, close enough to hear each other’s heartbeats—thump, thump.
The photographer looked through the lens, adjusting the angle over and over. Once he found the perfect shot, he called out loudly, “Alright, smile!”
As the flash went off, Fraser’s left hand naturally found Summer’s right, and both of them smiled toward the camera.
Click. The photo was taken. For a moment, time seemed to freeze just for them.
Ten minutes later, Summer accepted the finished photo from the photographer. Her slender fingers gently rubbed over the small red image.
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Chapter 392: Sealed in Red
Summer had seen Fraser smile at her countless times. He’d smiled with amusement, with cool detachment, with teasing charm, with quiet pride. But this smile—genuine, brilliant, and as warm as the morning sun—made her eyes sting with heat.
Her voice turned a little hoarse. “This might be the first photo we’ve ever taken together.”
Fraser looked down at the photo too, his voice soft and magnetic. “If you want, we can take one every year from now on.”
Summer gave him a playful glance. “Planning to get married a lot, are you?”
His dark eyes locked on hers, so deep they could drown her. “I only want to marry you.”
Summer couldn’t help rising on tiptoe, leaning in until her rosy lips brushed against his ear. Her warm breath tickled as she whispered, “Fraser, you look sinfully good in that photo.”
Fraser’s ears turned faintly pink.
A while later, they returned to window number 8. They handed over the freshly taken wedding photo. After verifying their information, the clerk pasted the photos onto two small red booklets.
Thud. The official marriage stamp came down hard onto the pages. Summer felt the man beside her tremble slightly. It was so subtle, anyone not paying attention would’ve missed it. She reached out and clasped his hand tightly, weaving her fingers between his.
The clerk handed over their marriage certificates. “Congratulations—you’re officially married.”
They walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau. Summer looked down, studying the two red booklets in her hand with fascination. So this was marriage?
Even though people had been calling her “Mrs. Graham” for a while now, seeing their names on those documents made the title feel real for the first time, crashing over her like a wave.
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Chapter 392: Sealed in Red
The next second, Fraser plucked the marriage certificate from her hands, barely noticeable. “From now on, I’ll be the one keeping the important documents at home.”
Maybe it was because he was acting so unlike himself today. But Summer found him irresistibly adorable, and her heart melted. She bit her lip, rose on her toes, and whispered softly by his ear, “Husband.”
Fraser’s gaze flickered. In the next second, his long arms pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her close, burying his face into the crook of her neck. His arms were warm and strong. Summer could hear the steady, powerful thrum of his heartbeat.
After a while, she heard his low, hoarse voice. “You’re finally mine.”
Summer smiled, gently running her fingers through his short hair. “Yeah. I’m finally yours. And you’re mine.”
She felt something wet against her neck. Startled, she asked quietly, “Fraser… are you crying?”
He didn’t answer. He only buried his face deeper.