Chapter 19 Keeping her is not bad either.

Natalie bit her lip and lowered her head for a while before saying, "Your, your wife."

"Is it embarrassing to be my wife?" Oliver raised his eyes, holding the trigger.

Natalie was terrified that he would aim the dark barrel of the gun at her head if he was unhappy.

"Say it again."

"I am your wife!" Natalie's tone was commanding, and as she spoke, her cheeks turned red with a sense of shameful confession.

Feeling unjust, Natalie couldn't help but quietly protest, "It's not like you actually like me, you don't even treat me as your wife..."

Oliver pressed his tongue against his cheek and furrowed his brow. Although she was right, he certainly didn't like this woman who was forced upon him by his grandmother. However, it seemed that he didn't dislike her as much as he had imagined.

She behaved like a well-behaved cat in front of him, but beneath this docile facade, there were sharp claws.

Perhaps keeping her around would not only mean having a cook, but also having a pet.

"Natalie,