Chapter One-Zero-Two: Fiancée

“What the hell was that?"

I begin, my hands planted on my waist in a show of disapproval once we enter a private room away from the spring gloom and prying eyes.

He doesn’t meet my gaze, so I call his attention.

"Rhett, what was that?"

"Do you want to end this?"

His question is the same as the one he asked in my office. Then, I had no answer. But this time, I do.

"Yes."

He takes in a rugged breath.

"I was emotional in the car-"

"I know. I know, Rhett, and before you leap to your conclusions, I am not saying, ‘I want to end this’ because of Marko.”

He snorts before his pacing from one end of the empty but furnished tearoom to the other picks up.

“You may not believe me, but it’s true. Rhett, being with you means understanding your fear of your father, and my marrying you means accepting it, and I don’t feel comfortable doing that.”

“I am not asking you to find comfort in my decisions but to honour your promise!”

“How can I do that when-”

I bite my lip to quell my outburst,