After Jack explained about the d**g he developed, he asked cheerily, “So, Mr. Farwell? Have you considered my third condition?”
Despite his initial shock, Lucian regained his composure and met Jack’s gaze calmly. “You have my word.”
Jack was still unsatisfied. “Just that? What about proof? Without proof, how can I be sure that you are not lying to me? I trust your character, but I went through a lot of effort to create the antidote. I don’t want to get tricked.”
Lucian furrowed his brows. “What kind of proof do you need?”
Jack arched a brow and said readily, “A marriage certificate, of course. It’s too late now. The City Hall should be closed. If you announce to the public that you’re marrying someone else, I’ll take that, too.”
With that, he shot Lucian a provoking look.
Jack knew
