#Chapter8
/"Not at all,/" He interwove her fingers with hers /"I don't consider this a marriage./"
/"So, you haven't slept with her yet?/" She asked.
/"Nope. Why? You jealous, Erika?/"
She laughed and took a sip of Kirito's drink.
/"I don't understand it. Why couldn't I marry someone of my choice? Why did my dad decide it for me? Which century are we living in again?/" Kirito complained. He ranted on and on for a while but she seemed uninterested however. She interrupted him while he was still speaking his mind /"How about tonight?/" She asked.
Kirito looked at her but then the bartender said /"You shouldn't. You're married now. It's wrong./"
/"Does it look like I care?/" Kirito got up. She gave a dirty look to the bartender, then followed Kirito.
The bartender watched them leave and started cleaning the glasses.
/"I should be more stubborn./" He mumbled to himself.
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