Not For Sale

Mariela's POV

"Oh, how did you know all this, Archer?" I asked, surprised as he took me to the new place I rented for my cafe. The whole area has turned into what I wished it to be from the interior design, including the white and green colors of the tables and chairs. The display fridge is ready to be used, and when he brought me to the kitchen, I was lost for words.

"I have my ways, my love; consider this as my early wedding gift for you, and there are many more to come." He responded with a wide grin while he was still holding my hand.

"Wow! I couldn't believe this; you overdid it, Archer; you turned this place into one of those high-end cafes," I responded.

"Of course, you are now my wife, Ella. I know you are not used to luxury, but I wish you would embrace my lifestyle and you would accept me as I am." He said, and I giggled.