"Someone once said that a newlywed wife is like a roadblock, and a wife after marriage is like a lifesaving raft. My dear, I think I won't disappoint you. Do you want to give it a try?" Yigol Novak purposely moved closer to Suri Drew.
"You... ." Suri's face turned red, and she gave Yigol's waist a good squeeze.
"Honey, why is your face so hot?" Yigol endured the pain in his waist and asked.
"You... you... I don't want to talk to you." Suri thought if they weren't at the airport, she would definitely teach Yigol a lesson.
"Honey, I mean, are you feeling unwell, or are you thinking too much?" Yigol pretended to be innocent.
"Yigol Novak, say that one more time." Suri stared at him angrily.
Seeing her so angry, Yigol didn't push it any further: "Alright, alright, I'm sorry. Let's not get angry, honey. The Earl's people are arriving soon, so let's compose ourselves."
"We don't need to be overly friendly to them, but basic politeness is still necessary."
