117: A family

Nicole

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“Don’t you think that enjoying our honeymoon in this situation isn’t right?” I asked him, and I found him narrowing his eyes.

“Don’t try to intimidate me like that because I’m not afraid of you,” I muttered, trying to look confident even though my hands were trembling.

“Oh, Baby! We both know you're He said it in an amusing tone, earning a glare from me. “And no, nobody will mind if we enjoy our honeymoon. It’s not that Massimo is dead."

I grabbed the pillow and threw it at his face. “Shut up! You should observe what you’re saying before uttering it from your mouth."

“Did you just hit me?” He asked.

“Yes! I did. Too bad, your nose is perfectly fine,” I responded. “See, I’m not afraid of you."With that, I grabbed another pillow to hit him if required.

“You’re so dead,” he hissed, grabbing the pillow with which I had hit him. With that, he started a pillow fight. And guess what? I was winning it. He used to hit me once, and I used to hit him four to five times.

“I won. I won!" I