Bab 409: Wife Or Disaster?

"Ahem, what's there to see? I have seen better," Marcella turned her head swiftly for damage control. Yet her blushy cheeks and red earlobes gave away her true thoughts.

"Ohh that's why you are drooling?" Zivan lifted his hand and wiped the corner of her lips.

"That's because I'm famished," Marcella slapped his hand away and hurriedly wiped her mouth only to realize that he tricked her.

"I know exactly what dirty thoughts are running in this little head of yours," Zivan laughed out loud and then walked away and sat down on the bed.

"If not for Liliana I would have thrown you out the moment you set foot in my house," Marcella pointed her finger at him and yelled.

"Dear, if not for your sweet sister insisting I wouldn't have come here at all," Zivan smiled and replied in the sweetest voice.