I'll agree whatever you want

Hearing my answer, Matteo opened his arms and held me in his arms, saying, "That's great."

I heard him smiling like a child.

For some reason, she felt a little relaxed, as if she had a sense of security when he was around.

Although I know very well that I don't love Matteo, I feel very comfortable with him.

That should be enough.

I don't care about Phoenix, but I'm worried about gains and losses. That's not good.

Matteo first sent me home. I changed my clothes and he proposed to go out for dinner. I thought there were still some dishes in the refrigerator, so I said to him, "Eat at home. I'll cook for you."

"Really?"

Matteo looked at me with disbelief in his eyes.

I smiled and said, "It's true. Don't worry, I'm good at cooking. I won't poison you."

"Even if it's poison, I'm willing to do what you did," Matteo said as he followed me into the kitchen. He rolled up his shirt sleeves and asked me, "Is there anything I can do for you?"