Julius stated it as a matter of fact. "Yes, I'm going with you. We're a team, it's only right that we go together."
What else was this little spitfire hiding from him?
First, it was her medical skills healing his legs, then her bottomless tolerance for alcohol, and then the brawl at the barbecue joint.
Now it was illegal street racing and extreme off-road hill climbing?
What was next?
Julius genuinely felt that whatever wildly absurd thing she revealed next, he’d be able to handle it. His heart had certainly been put through enough endurance training by her already.
He had been personally involved in the barbecue joint brawl, so how could he miss out on the rest?
His wife was turning out to be quite the force of nature!
It was fine; he had all the time in the world to figure her out.
But the main takeaway was to never argue with her when something happened. The key was to stay calm and coax the truth out of her gently.
Stella gave a soft "Oh," having fully braced herself for a lecture. He was letting her off the hook just like that?
It seemed Julius wasn't so bad after all. He was adaptable.
"Stella, promise me we won't fight anymore, and you won't throw the word 'divorce' around so casually. Can you do that?"
He was absolutely certain he never wanted to divorce her.
Remembering his earlier confession, Stella asked, "Do you really like me? Since when?"
He tapped her nose playfully. "Silly girl, would I do the things a husband does if I didn't like you? Would I shower you with gifts for no reason?
I fell for you back when you were healing my legs. You're just so oblivious you never noticed."
Stella thought about it for a moment, then replied, "But I still want to divorce you."



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