MARRIAGE.
WAIT, what? Are they serious?
Jeremy and I looked at each other. His expression is just calm and composed as if what his mother said didn't bother him. What the hell? He should be bothered! It's his freedom that's on the line!
I angled my face towards him, making sure that his parents couldn't see my expression, and widened my eyes at him, silently telling him to protest. But he didn't even budge.
"Jeremy! It's your freedom! Do you want to be tied to me even if you still aren't sure about your feelings for me?" I said in a low voice, just enough for him to hear. His eyes are still fixed on his parents as if he didn't hear anything from me.
I jumped from my seat when something warm enveloped my hand and when I looked at it, I saw Jeremy's hand wrapped around mine, his thumb softly caressing the back of my palm. My forehead knotted. And? What is the meaning of this?
"Sure."
A gasp escaped from my lips when I heard what he said to his parents. Is he fucking serious?! This is
