Zivan's lips twitched when he was pulled away by Donovan.
He wanted to get some consolation from his sweet sister-in-law but instead, now he was being questioned by his crude brother.
He liked being spoiled by his sister-in-law.
"Nothing," Zivan shook his head.
"Smile a bit. A smile will light up your face. You don't like a groom who is going to marry at all," Silja said and pulled Zivan's ear.
"I'm not a woman who needs to glow on the face," Zivan replied.
"What if Marcella sees you like this and refuses to marry?" Silja joked.
"She won't," Zivan shook his head confidently.
"So much confidence," Silja couldn't help but chuckle.
"Here, give this to Marcella, a small gift from me," Silja gave a small box in Zivan's hand.
"Gift for the one who has yet to enter the house but nothing for me," Zivan complained.
"I have something for you too. Get married soon and you will get it," Silja patted Zivan's cheeks lovingly.