"Wait Marissa!" Blake had to raise his voice when Marissa insisted on leaving the house.
Marissa's eyes sharply glaring at him when he stopped her near the door, "If I follow my heart, this slap of mine will already hit your cheek. What do you think of me?"
"Hit me…" It was not a sign of provocation, he really meant it. He really thought he deserved to be slapped. Just now he delivered his thought in the wrong choice of words and it hurt Marissa's feeling.
Her chest moved up and down and her nose was flaring in anger. She just stared at him without a word for a few moments.
Blake took her hand and put it on his cheek, "Just slap me. I'm sorry…okay?" He begged to make her stay. She didn't have anywhere else to go and he thought that his house would be a safer place.
Taking back her hand from Blake, she looked straight at him, "Register our marriage and hide it, am I that low class to be introduced as your wife?"
