Willaim asks, his brow arched. "What kind of girl are you falling in love with?" Willaim inquired, laughing.

"Are you making fun of my future wife?" I asked, coldly, before dragging Willaim's shirt.

"Please accept my apologies. Please don't ruin my shirt, which is both expensive and valuable." He begged, which irritated me even more.

"And that's why I'd have to ruin it because you don't know how to control your mouth." I declare while raising my fist, ready to land them on William.

William closed his eyes, expecting a blow to land on his face, but it didn't.

"What do you think I should get Cornelia? And how do...