Stranger?
Lucas Sandy almost choked on his own blood and died right there. He had worked so hard, even quit his job to come back and be with her, and, just like that, she had classified him as a stranger. Where was the justice in that?
"Alette Larson, who gave you permission to treat me like a stranger?" Lucas' body, which had been propped up, slackened, and he pressed down on her firmly, his hostility enveloping her senses with a cold aura.
"What? You disagree?" Although she was somewhat intimidated by his frosty aura, the fact that he hadn't called her for so many days made Alette's heart harden, "Grandpa told us that sleeping together without the intent of marriage is sexual assault. That's a crime. I didn't call the police, so aren't you getting off easy by me just treating you as a stranger?"
Lucas Sandy: "..."
When did Grandpa say such a thing?
Wasn't it that dating without the intent of marriage is being a hooligan?
How did it turn into assault? Sexual assault, at that?
