"I would rather chop my fingers off than wear a ring given by you," Elsa stated. She was getting more and more annoyed with each passing second.
"It's alright," Igor remarked. "I will continue loving you even if you don't have any fingers. Even if you go bald, I don't care."
When she ignored him, the smile on his face widened. He would never get enough of this woman even though he knew she detested him.
Igor Petrov had seen Elsa Volkov for the first time in a Gala with her father when she was nineteen. And he couldn't take his eyes off her till date. Though it had been more than ten years, he still remembered how beautiful he looked in the red evening gown.
When he first saw her, she looked very innocent and sweet. He expected her to be a shy, delicate and innocent miss of the rich family and he fell in love with her.
