Being Pantalone's fiancé meant you would be spoiled on a daily basis. To him, you were something precious. And he'd be damned if you were hurt or worse.

Right now, you were sitting on his lap in his office, rambling about your day. It seemed like he wasn't listening so you tried to get off before he pulled you back on, patting your head.

"Hang on, what happened after that?"

He questioned with a smile, focusing on the papers on his desk.