"I say, you're overthinking it."
Isabella Lindsey remained calm, hung up the phone decisively, opened the car door, and walked out.
Having learned from the last time she invited Julian Johnsons into her car and was teased by him, Isabella proactively stepped outside this time.
What could he dare to do in broad daylight?
However.
"Wife, do you have any complaints about me?"
Julian Johnsons curled his lips mischievously, his eyes filled with unparalleled seriousness.
Isabella, caught off guard by his intense gaze, felt a touch of embarrassment and awkwardly said, "My complaint is... can you stop calling me 'wife' so often?"
"I can't. We are legally registered as a married couple." Julian reminded her.
"It's not counted without the wedding." Isabella insisted on her point.
"If you want a wedding, we can organize it anytime. How about tomorrow?" Julian seemed serious, as if he had been preparing for this day for a long time.
"I'm not free tomorrow." Isabella frowned.
