38. You are my wife.

Chapter Thirty Eight: You are my wife

Chris stood firm, his face calm but his eyes resolute. "Well, you know what?" he said, his voice cutting through the laughter.

“I had come here with the thought of buying your latest BMW M series, but the customer service in this company is very terrible. I will no longer buy it."

Natasha and Greg burst into laughter, the salesman joining in, their amusement echoing through the showroom.

Their derision attracted the attention of other customers and staff.

"How could I have known that you were going to say something stupid like this?" Greg sneered, shaking his head.

Natasha smirked, adding, "Chris, you couldn’t even afford a bicycle, let alone an M series. Who are you kidding?” Natasha who’s been hearing so much about Chris found it ridiculous the most.

“Have you suddenly become a thief because I can’t possibly think of where you could get such money, is it with the 100 dollars allowance?”

“Just because you can’t think of a way doesn’t mean the