From Riccardo's point of view, I grinned as I saw her flick her hair and down the stairs. Oh my God! This woman is really going to kill me.
How long can I keep it under control?
Just give me the willpower to keep my nasty side hidden from her. I want to treat her with as much tolerance and patience as possible. She is finally my cherished wife.
I forced a smile to stay hidden as I watched her leave through the main door. However, I waited for her to return to me in a few minutes while I sat on the couch.
I heard the angry heel tab and grinned. She was standing in front of me wearing this adorable ensemble of long-sleeved violet top and pants.
I heard her say, "Riccardo," and I could feel her irritation.
I pretended to be engaged with the paper in my hand while I hummed. She yel
