_______You don't want me anymore?_____
Rachel's POV
"These bloggers have no fucking idea when to stop," I murmured with a shake of my head from the passenger seat as Lorenzo steered one of his cars along the concrete roads.
"You should know them by now," he snorted, sparing me a glance with his soft grey eyes for a moment and smiled. "You've been in my world for months now so I thought you'r expect it."
"Trust me I do," I blurted, scrolling through my home page. "However they never seize to beat my expectations every damn time."
"It comes with the fame of getting married to the most handsome man on earth," he said in a proud tone and shrugged, his attention back on the roads. "Do you regret marrying me yet?"
I was silent for some moments as I narrowed my eyes while I contemplated his words. He noticed my silence and gasped dramatically. "Are you really thinking about an answer?"
