"No." Toby shook his head without hesitating.
Sonia was surprised. "Why?"
A flash of resolve glinted in Toby's eyes. "Because I won't change my mind even if you don’t like it. I'll have you stay with me for life. You're mine and only mine. You're my wife and the lady of the Fuller Family. That fact will never change."
She looked at him for a long while, and she laughed. "That's not just being bossy. I call that unreasonable." "It doesn't matter. This is what I want." He held her hand and kissed it.
After peering at him, she said, "Since you want me to stay with you for life, then you must never have a change of heart. You can only have me. If you fall for someone else, I will take you down with me. After all, you said you want me to stay with you for life first. Remember what you said today and never go back on your word, or I will take you down even if that's the last thing I do."
"Of course,” Toby agreed without even thinking.
Sonia smiled happily. "That's more
like it."
He touched her forehead with his and asked gently, "So, do you want to be Mrs. Fuller now?"
She looked away. "You know the answer to that."
As he knew she was shy, he stopped teasing her and instead chuckled. "So, can you help me out here, honey?"
"What is it?" She nodded.
He let her go and spread his arms open. "I can't stand my clothes sticking to me. Can you take it off for me, honey?"
Sonia's eyes widened. "You want me to take your clothes off? Don't you have hands, Toby?"
"But I don't want to move." Toby gazed at her innocently. "And my arm's not fully healed yet. You said so, didn't you?"
Sonia was annoyed, and the corner of her lips twitched. "I did say that, but I didn't say the wound is so bad that you can't take your clothes off."
Toby closed his eyes and said nothing. His arms were still open, and he obviously wouldn't put them down until she took his clothes off.
She was speechless. She knew he was being cheeky, but she never thought he could act like this. I guess the more shameless you are, the stupider the things you can do. She didn't let him carry her because his arm wasn't healed yet, and now he had used the same excuse to get her to take his clothes off. Well, that backfired.
Although she was annoyed, she took his clothes off anyway. It wasn't like she had any other choice. If she didn't do it, he might never lower his arms. What did I do to deserve this? He just plays me like a fiddle. She heaved a sigh and tossed Toby's black shirt into the laundry basket, where her laundry resided.
Then, Toby held her arm.
"What is it?" Sonia was surprised.
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