Ronan Is Grateful He Got Back To His Room
"Are you sure I didn't do anything?" Ronan asked, still holding back a smile from blooming on his lips.
Seeing his wife covering something or lying was the most adorable thing he had ever seen. Arielle raised her hand and smoothed her already neat hair.
"Of course. If something happens, won't I immediately protest to you?" Arielle asked while looking at the window, avoiding making eye contact with her husband.
"Are you sure, my beautiful angel?" Ronan kept probing and teasing Arielle who continued to put on an innocent face.
"Ronan, I really don't understand what you mean. Come on, don't waste time. I don't want your head to hurt all the time," Arielle quickly chimed in without giving an exact answer. After that, she left the room right away.