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"Well, Mr Turner, can I tell Lucia that I am married?" Garaine asked, fidgeting, sitting on the couch of their hotel room.
"Hm?" Weylin, who just came out of the bathroom while wiping his face, gazed at her. "Alright."
"Huh?" Garaine's eyes bulged out at his affirmation. She didn't expect him to agree that easily. "Is it really okay if I let her know?"
"Yeah," Weylin replied casually, not minding her surprised facial expressions. Helping himself with a glass of water, he stood facing her while resting his back against the edge of the table. "We are in Hawaii and it has been a day since we got married. So it's okay."
"Thank you," Garaine smiled.
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