Isabella stared at him for a while and smiled. "You planned this from the beginning because you seem so ready to dote on your wife?"
"No, My Mom planned it. She had sent me on several blind dates and when she saw you, she had this feeling that said you are the one for me and then she made you live with me. She wanted us to be fond of each other before making us get married. I wouldn't have agreed if it wasn't you and if it wasn't to keep the company safe. But Isabella if you don't…"
"I said it earlier. I'd think about it," she shut him up. "You know, when we get married, I'll make you pay greatly for scolding me and making me fear you when I resumed work as your maid," she sternly told him.
"You are free to punish your husband but don't take away his food," he laughed when she hit him.
"That's how I'll punish you. I'll make you beg!" She watched him park the car. "How do you think Mia would feel about the marriage?" She asked.
