Carabella still couldn't bear to leave this luxurious residence. After a satisfying breakfast chat with Jefferson, she now assumed the role of Flint's fiancée. Although she was confident in her reliance on Flint, her heart ached when she'd said it earlier, as if Flint wasn't worthy of her husband. Was it because they'd been friends for so long, since childhood?
Every time she sat next to Flint in the car, she felt incredibly awkward. She constantly imagined herself being bullied by that perfectionist family. Unlike Jefferson and his family, who had never bullied her. Yet, Jefferson's family was just as perfectionist as Flint's.
"I can't wait to live with you, Carabella," Flint said, his eyes sparkling as he looked at his fiancée.
Carabella nodded, looking at her fiancé with a warm smile. "Is there really a room left for me?"
