"Whether it's fake or real, I like it, I love it, I want it—"
The man hadn't finished confessing when Isabella Lindsey couldn't take it anymore and quickly interrupted him, "I'm getting goosebumps, please, can you continue being aloof? I'm not used to seeing you like this..."
"It's okay, you can slowly get used to it. As long as I say this to you every day, you'll need it like you need air, you know?" The man spoke as if he was stating a truth, sounding quite convincing.
Isabella put on a terrified expression, saying incredulously, "If you keep showering me with sweetness every day, it'll be overwhelming, you know?"
"With me around, you'll live a long, healthy life."
Isabella got annoyed, moved away from him, turned towards the car window, looked at the scenery outside, and said nonchalantly, "I did say, but ours doesn't really count as a marriage, it's more like we just got a certificate."
"You still want a grand wedding?" Julian Johnsons understood.
