WHO'S THE FOOL?
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With gritted teeth, Zheme forced down his rude comment and instead smiled weirdly. "A housewife you say? I'm merely practicing to be your husband."
"Have I ever agreed to be your wife?"
'Slam her head into the table.' That ran across his mind.
'Slap her senseless.' That ran across his mind too, but with self control in his grasp, he refrained and instead calmly replied. "Agreed or not, you will be."
Lexie smirked at that, her pride feeling as if it was on top of the world. "I will not marry you, forced or not."
"You will."
"I won't."
"You will."
"I said I won't!"
Did she just...?
Zheme was close to grabbing her by the hair and hauling her to the dungeons.
Who was she so defiantly shouting at?
For it most certainly wasn't him.
Her audaciousness was multiplying and it was all because of what he told her.
'Act like you usually do, I like you better that way.'
Which spawn from hell had told him to tell her that?
Which demon?!