Viona's POV
"Rafael…" I sank my butt back onto the sofa. "Let's make a toast."
He still arched his brow, as if unable to comprehend my actions.
I cleared my throat; his confused, smug gaze was unsettling.
"You know, we need to celebrate this night," I said. "This might not be our wedding night, but this wine is already here anyway. We should turn this night into…" I rolled my eyes, searching for the right word. "Into… a sabbatical night."
He frowned. I smiled. I hadn't drunk yet, but I felt like I was halfway drunk.
"What are you rambling about?" he asked peevishly.
"You know, in a company, there's this sabbatical when an employee takes a year or more off from working. This contract marriage is like our workplace. And… we'll meet again in five years, so it's like a sabbatical moment," I muttered, struggling to open the wine bottle cap.
