22. Do Your Job, My Wife

Gabriella never imagined that she would marry a rich and handsome man. All her life, she only knew the piano and sheet music. Not for a second the girl thought about love. That's why she was pensively staring at the diamond ring on her ring finger.

“I really got married?” She couldn't believe it. A second later, the woman swallowed hard, moistening her parched throat.

"Gabriella?"

The woman slowly raised her head, facing the handsome face that called out to her.

"And this man is my husband?" The bride took a deep breath, freeing her chest from tightness. "Is my decision right?"

“Gabriella,” Max called one more time, giving a small tug to the fingers he was holding. The woman finally blinked.

"Yes?"

The man gave a signal with a glance. Gabriella followed the direction of his gaze which ended at a ring in the small box.

"Ah, sorry," the woman sighed as she took the shiny object. A second later, her trembling fingers began