“She doesn’t want to go with you. Why would you force her? Because of the money?” Dalmi sarcastically laughed, touching the inside of her left cheek with her tongue.“Do you really think money can buy a woman, huh?” she glared at the man. Her hand clutching his arm tightly that her nails would almost get buried. The man furrowed his brows.“Who the hell are you?” he gave her a head-to-foot, afterwards, his expression changed from being annoyed to naughty.Dalmi shifted her gaze to the woman. She was wearing a thick makeup; her lipstick a bit smudged, and her hair messy. She didn’t want to conclude and judge the man, but the way he pulled her arm earlier told Dalmi that was probably the reason she looked like that.“Tss. As expected, men are pieces of shit,” she said, crossing her arms as she scanned the man’s body. He doesn’t even look like a man with a stable b

Like a broken plaque playing, Dalmi sighed again and said, "It was unfair."She could no longer count how many times she said it, but that was the only line she could muster after hearing a long litany of her father about the marriage.Damiar Arizona had always been gentle towards her daughter. But two days ago, he left no room for Dalmi to back out. Even if she cried in front of him, tell him how harsh her future husband is, all lead to nothing but a forced marriage.She curled her body into her bed, covering it with her cream-colored mattress as she pushed her cheek to the pillow. The maids and the organizer told her to sleep early, but it was past 10 pm, but she was still wide awake.Wedding jitter? No. It was actually a time to commemorate her good old days. She isn't ready. She thought she would spend her time alone, but her father made it all impossible.Anger slowly crept in her. How could her parents do that to her? It sounded like he just

“Chill, you look like you got caught from a crime you’ve done,” Dalmi sipped on her water, her brow rising as she lingered her eyes on Carden.On the other hand, Carden was still patting his chest from the shock he got. Dalmi’s words were quick, and he didn’t even expect it! There he thought she would be so silent!“But I’m confused. How come you don&r

Dalmi tilted her head and reached for her phone. In her mind, Carden was acting really strange. How can a grown-up man with an Adonis built hold a hair blower instead of going to his work?Carden put the blower down on the table and combed her hair. His eyes were focused on doing it, like if he ever gets a wrong slide down to the strands, it would break. Seeing him in this state makes her want to laugh, but she’s afraid he would lose her focus, so she just settled on watching his reflection in the mirror, biting the fat inside her chin to stifle her smile.

Dalmi didn't know, but she even got more annoyed at Carden when she heard that whisper. She asked herself whether this man wanted her to tie her hair instead of letting it down because the woman looked gorgeous with it or no.Her face contorted and suddenly felt like she lost her appetite. She threw the girl a momentary glimpse before standing up."Where are you going?" Carden asked, startled at her sudden move."To the bathroom," Dalmi answered. She flipped her hair and walked past the table while rolling her eyes.And the man didn't even offer to accompany her! Just the thought of him choosing to talk with the girl instead of providing her guidance made her grit her teeth."But it's not like I need it; I'm a strong independent woman," she told herself and put down her black handbag on the tile part of the sink. She wiped a brown-orange lip tint in her lips, trying to wash away the paleness of her skin before reaching for the silk scrunchie on her