There seemed to be a chill in her voice, but her expression remained calm, devoid of any ripples, as peaceful and tranquil as always.
Caleb Baker silently observed her for a while. In the end, he just gave a hint of a smile, "The wedding dress hasn't been made, the diamond ring hasn't been ordered and the venue hasn't been prepared, but up no big deal, it will all be ready within five days."
Yvonne Finley was subtly excited. She lifted her head to look at him.
Noting the snowflakes covering her boots, he simply picked her up and walked inside.
Once they were standing in the porch, she squinted with a cunning smile, as if she had the intention to tease him, "So docile? Will you do anything I say?"
Caleb Baker glanced at his own secured arm, "A model of male virtue?"
Alright,
He had a better sense of humor than her.
Yvonne Finley sighed softly, "So, in the future, if we fall out of love, and I want a divorce, will you comply with that too?"
