"Honey, don't think so lowly of your husband!"
Michael Gordon chuckled as he gently pinched the nose of the woman he had just laid on the bed and continued with a playful smile, "Aside from eating meat, I'm quite picky! I can't eat just any meat! Some vinegar is better left untasted, sweetheart!"
This woman's face had shown a faint hint of unwarranted jealousy, but she stubbornly refused to admit it.
However, this realization delighted Michael even more than his triumphs in the business world.
"Who's jealous of you? I'll have you know, I'm a princess, understand?" Ivy Aretha glanced disdainfully at the man leaning over her as she spoke, "A princess is noble, you know? Marrying me makes you a consort, okay? I've given you your worth! Do I need to be jealous?"
Michael Gordon: "..."
What use was her title as a princess of that destitute kingdom, who relied on the belief in hidden treasure, compared to being Michael's Mrs. Gordon, which was both glamorous and secure?
