Natasha's mood finally improved after the compliment. She crossed her arms and smirked. "Of course! I never half-ass anything I do. That being said, I have no interest in running a pasta shop.

"Unless, of course, the owner is a certain coward who likes to stare but doesn't have the guts to act. Then, I might consider retiring and settling down with him!"

Andrew's face darkened. "And who exactly are you calling a coward?"

"You!" Natasha shot back without hesitation, even puffing out her chest to taunt him.

Andrew immediately raised a white flag. "Okay, fine. You're right about everything. Can we drop this and get to business now?"

Natasha ground her teeth in frustration. "Andrew, don't forget—there's something you promised me, and I haven't forgotten!"

Andrew feigned ignorance. "Oh? What promise? I don't remember agreeing to anything."

Natasha leaned in close, almost biting his ear, her voice cold yet playful. "You promised to make me your woman. Don't even try to deny it