The man's grip on her hand was a bit too tight, causing her some pain, especially with the wedding ring on her ring finger pressing uncomfortably into her skin. She lowered her eyes and asked hoarsely, "Since you drove me away, why did you later come to like me? Wouldn't it have been better to keep hating me?"
Mutual hatred and separation are better than this suffocating entanglement.
Her voice was drowned out by the crowd's cheers, but Ignatius Leclair still heard it. He said nothing, merely reaching out to hold her in his arms.
Back then, when he drove her away, it wasn't just because he made a deal with Magnus Leclair. Perhaps deep down, he had already known that one day she would become his obsession, his deepest vulnerability, his lifelong love. He was simply afraid of such things happening.
Afraid of a woman appearing in his life who would make his soul tremble, a woman who would control all his emotions.
