"What do you mean?" Gerald raised himself slightly, supporting his head and propping it up with his folded hand. He lowered his gaze to Ariana, who still appeared incredulous about what Gerald was asking her.
"I'm just giving you options. I'm asking where you want to stay. Who knows, maybe you don't want to go back to my house," he said flatly.
"Will you grant my request then?" Ariana asked, still looking incredulous.
"As long as your request is reasonable, Mrs. Aarzu."
Ariana chuckled. "What if I ask to stay at the Royal Penthouse President Wilson Hotel, would you grant it?" Ariana challenged again.
Gerald raised an eyebrow. Then he smiled cunningly. "Are you proposing a honeymoon with me? If so, why not."
This time, Ariana was wide-eyed hearing his question. "You're insane!" she ex
