WICKED MAFIA'S TRAP
Alex said, which was immediately greeted by laughter from Aria.
The balcony was not too far from their room. Not even two minutes later, Alex was hovered on top of his little wife, kissing her until both of them almost ran out of breath.
Alex removed his lips from hers, looking deeply into her eyes.
“Aria…” He stroked her smooth, rosy cheek. “For me, marriage is something sacred. An arranged marriage is a marriage.”
Aria swallowed hard. She knew why Alex said that. Because she still doubts their marriage.
"But our marriage is based on your and my father's business agreement," Aria whispered. "We've known each other for quite a short time..."