"You... You let go of me!" She felt a bit panicked, not just because she had just stolen something from the safe but also because she didn't know what Dylan meant.

"I won't let go. You're my wife, and it's only natural for me to hold my wife," Dylan chuckled.

"I nearly seduced your best friend. Aren't you mad at me?" Eliana retorted.

"Darling, are you jealous? Are you jealous of me?" Dylan's lips curled into a mischievous smile, remembering Eliana's little scheme to make him jealous. He wasn't just not angry; he was secretly pleased.

"You... You shameless! Who would be jealous? I was just teaching you a lesson....