Chapter 32

Schuyler's P. O. V.

"Heard you went to see a doctor the other day?" Marisse smirked at me in an insulting way. "You look horribly close to your own death bed, I won't be surprised if you tell everyone that you're sick."

Words fly pretty fast, huh? I still wonder how she found out.

My fist balled under the table while looking at her, but I still forced myself to smile at her.

"Don't worry, Marisse. I'm perfectly healthy," I took a sip from the juice Anne prepared for us.

"You're far from that.." She eyed me from my head to my body. "But, anyway.. I didn't come here to check on you. I was merely curious.." She played her fingers at the table while leaning on her hand. "What do you really have to make Ezekiel marry you?"

I straightened my back after hearing her question. "What do you mean?"

"How did you make Ezekiel agree to marry you—"

"I was the one who agreed to marry him—"

"B*llsh*t!" She snapped at me. "You think I'd really fall for that lie?"

I thinned my lips before licking my bot