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My stomach rumbled as we drove to my flat and Ace made a look.

“I asked you to eat at least something, don’t deny that you’re not hungry now Raven. I just heard your stomach rumble.”

“Would it hurt if you minded your own business?”

“You’re my fiancée I have to make sure you’re healthy.” I glared at him. “At least as my assistant, it’s my duty to make sure you’re well taken-care of.”

“Oh really?” I retorted. “I didn’t think so when you were making me work endlessly to death.”

“I was sort of pissed that you didn’t kiss me that day.” He sighed. “Let’s not do this now. I’m taking you to the closest restaurant right now for you to eat something, I’m not going to listen to anything you say. You will eat something.”

“I prefer a diner.” He narrowed his eyes at me. My expression matched his.

“Fine.” He mumbled.

I gave Ace directions to a diner I usually ate at. They had great food even though it looked mediocre. To my rich and snobbish soon-to-be husband, it would look low-class and he’ll prob