"Where to?"
"Clerk's Office"
My lip twitched.
Darius merely arched a brow, unfazed. "Best not to tempt fate. The old man laid down the law. If I'm not married by tomorrow, I'm cut off from the Sinclair Family."
Taking in his poker face, I didn't bother voicing my doubts.
Instead, I said coolly, "Did you even run a background check before proposing? I can't have children. Marry me, and the Sinclair bloodline ends with you."
He gave an indifferent hum, his expression unreadable, no surprise, no hesitation.
"And?"
I pressed on, "I'm scandal-ridden. Marry me, and your reputation goes down the drain."
"The video's been wiped clean. No one's seen it, not even me. As for reputation..."
Darius paused, locking eyes with me. "Since when do I have one to lose? My dictionary doesn't have 'di
