"Eat, Gina," Massimo ordered coldly.
Seeing Gina just constantly churning her breakfast made Massimo feel uncomfortable.
"This is my fifth order, Gina," said Massimo again, warning Gina sternly.
Instead of obeying Massimo's orders, Gina surprisingly put her fork on the plate and folded her arms on the table looking at Massimo with a challenge.
"Oh what does this mean?"
"I want to talk," said Gina curtly.
"Talk? Haven't we been talking a while ago?"
Gina shook her head. "No, you're not talking seriously."
Massimo gave a small smile, he slowly grabbed a handkerchief and wiped his lips gently before finally focusing his attention on Gina.
"Ok, you got my attention now. So what did you want to talk to me about, baby?"
Gina pouted. "No, don't baby me."
"Why not? You are my wife, I am free to give you any call," said Massimo with emphasis. When it comes to his ownership of Gina, he must be serious.
