She tightly clutched his clothes, her nails almost digging into his flesh. She bit her lip, the taste of blood growing stronger in her mouth.
She growled, word by word, "Heh, Norton Abyss, don't tell me you're here to congratulate me on my wedding in the middle of the night!"
She sneered, saying this through gritted teeth. She couldn't understand, why was he doing this?
As she was about to give up and get married, he came to see her in this manner!
Fiona Schmidt was no fool, certainly not stupid. The way he came to see her, instead of openly as a friend, already raised her suspicions.
Even more, a sliver of hope arose in her heart. She wondered if maybe, just maybe, he did have some feelings for her. And that's why...
"Congratulations..." The man finally spoke, his indifferent words cutting through her thoughts and sinking her heart to the bottom.
"What... did you say?" Fiona let go of him with trembling hands, unable to believe what she had heard, her voice quavering.
