Chapter 162

"You’re not my wife—why are you acting like you're mourning me? Wait, don’t tell me, you actually wanna marry me?” Liam Taylor raised his eyebrows, then pulled a silly face. “Haha, in your dreams!” Isla Shaw’s face darkened like thunderclouds gathering. Without a word, she clenched the peach in her hand so tightly, it started dripping juice onto the ground. Liam felt a chill crawl up his spine. He took a few cautious steps back. “Okay, okay, I was just messing around! Chill out! Angry women wrinkle faster, and by the way... you’re not exactly a spring chicken anymore, you know—" “Liam Taylor?” Isla’s expression twisted with outrage. Without warning, she grabbed the stick Emily Carter had handed her and bolted after him. “AHHH! Bro, Amelia, save me!” Liam yelped as he leapt over the fence like his life depended on it. “You better stop right there! I swear I won’t kill you. Maybe,” Isla yelled while sprinting after him around the yard. Watching the two bicker and chase each other around,