As I waited for the elevator, I heard hurried footsteps behind me.
Nadia, her face still glowing, her lips suspiciously moist, rushed over to block my path.
"Arabelle, I'm really sorry! Please don't misunderstand things between Jonah and me. That was truly just an accident! If it weren't for my mother insisting on seeing a marriage certificate, I wouldn't have asked Jonah for this favor. I beg you, please don't cause trouble at the wedding."
She even made a move to kneel before me.
Before she could, Jonah—now looking perfectly composed—grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. His glare was ice-cold.
"Arabelle, I'm warning you—don't take this too far. If things spiral out of control, you won't be able to fix it."
His voice was laced with authority, a command I was supposed to obey.
"From today until the wedding is over, you are to stay at home and behave yourself. I'll arrange for a bodyguard to keep an eye on you."
Jonah didn't even hesitate. He pulled out his phone and called his assistant, instructing him to send someone over to keep an eye on me, making sure I wouldn't "cause trouble."
Then, after glancing at the time, he hurried off with Nadia to the City Hall.