The Most Loving Marriage: Don't Be Too Bad, Mr President

Annabelle gave Mu an impression of always being secretive and mysterious, like a woman with history. And he couldn’t help but being drawn in closer and closer…

Little did he knew, if he were to find out her secret…probably he would need an ambulance.

“How is the taste, pretty awesome right?”

“Thousand over dollars for this, how can it be bad?”

“Glad to hear that! Remember, you owe me a favour!”

“Huh?” Annabelle finally raised her eyes and looked confused, “What favour?”

“Haven’t you heard of the saying there are no free lunch, in this case dinner?”

“Wasn’t I the one to accompanied you!?” She popped her eyes comically. This stingy capitalist was too good at taking advantage!

“But you ate it anyway. That counts!” Mu chattered seriously, determined to flimflam her.

“……”

Can I hurl the meat at him and leave?

at her inviting

……

even if I didn’t finish it, no chance in hell would Mu let this slide. Might

flat. It hit the

with her. As he gazed adoringly at her he noticed that he felt unusually comfortable and delightful by her side. It was relaxing, even somewhat

eventually felt his stare and looked up. When she saw how he looked at her, her heart

got me eating dinner with you here, swindled a favour from me and if your

afraid?” Mu raised an

I am!” She responded instantly, “Who wouldn’t? It’s very annoying to deal

at her reply. He didn’t think she was

a mouthful and mumbled, “I guess you’d have more

What do you

eat!” he

that,

good steak and a substandard one could

basically gave up knowing how domineering he could be, and partly because it was difficult to get a cab at this

was another quiet journey. But this time, there was

looked at her, she was daydreaming