She kept coughing, trying to catch her breath and wipe the food off her bathrobe. Dante hadn't moved at all, not even startled by her sudden spitting, just waiting for her answer.
"Wha... What did you just say?"
"I'm serious."
"That's what scares me!" she exclaimed. "Why are you spouting such a thing now, out of nowhere? Marriage? Dante, what are you talking about?!"
"You don't want to?"
"No!"
Eden had blurted that out so clearly, most would have been hurt or upset. But of course, not Dante De Luca. Instead, he didn't seem to have even heard that and just turned to her, taking hold of her hand. Eden quickly grabbed her glass of wine with the other one.
"You'd become my wife," he said.
"I know what a marriage is for..."
"You'd get half my assets."
"You know I don't care a
