"What's the use of saying that?"
"What? Are you really going to get married? To him, Elena?" he asked softly but firmly. It was as if anger was being suppressed. It was like the least thing he wants to do is to anger me.
I could not speak. I know I should correct his belief. But for what else?
"Mind your own life, De Luca."
Frustrated, he hissed and sighed. As the seconds goes by, I can feel the atmosphere getting heavier and heavier between us.
"You know, we'd better go back to the mansion," I said and was about to open the car door when Rage put his hand there. He pinned me on the car with his arms as he watched me closely.
"What is it, Rage? Let's go back!" I stopped my voice from trembling.
"Do you love that motherfucker architect, Elena?" His jaw clenched.
"Don't call him like that!"
"I'll call him whatever I want," he said stiffly. "Now answer me. Do you love him?"
