Chapter 883

In the modern day, some would claim that it was easy to tell if a person loved you. If a poor man loved you, he would spend a lot of money on you. On the contrary, if a wealthy man loved you, he'd give you all his time.

James was clearly an extremely wealthy man. How could he be unwilling to spend some of his time with her?

"Do you love me, James?" Summer questioned.

"That's an age-old question, Summie." Love was a philosophical question that had confounded plenty of historical figures. Now, James didn't know how to answer her question either.

She scoffed at the sight of his hesitation. Subsequently, she reached forward and pinched his nose.

"Do you even love me?" she demanded. "Why is it taking you so long to answer my question? Now that we've been together for so long, are you starting to get sick of me?"

"No way!" He replied fiercely. He even raised his right hand and swore, "I, James Quigley, love Summer Charter very, very much."

"Right. Since you love me, you should be ab