Isabella had to admit that, at this moment, she was utterly charmed by Nathan.
This tall, handsome man with a cold presence was seriously explaining his relationship with her to a passerby.
“Not her boyfriend, I am her husband!” Isabella’s heart melted.
“Excuse us,” Isabella smiled, shoving Nathan into the car and then getting in herself.
As soon as she sat down, Nathan leaned over to fasten her seat belt.
“Nathan, why are you so cute?” Isabella couldn’t help but call out to him.
“Hmm?” Nathan looked up at her, puzzled, “Cute?”
“Yes, why are you so cute?” Isabella smiled, her eyes full of laughter and joy, “Why are you arguing with a stranger about whether you are the husband or the boyfriend?”
“I am your husband,” Nathan said seriously, “I don’t want others to misunderstand us a
