She pushed Mitchel's hand away, her hoarse voice catching in her throat. “No need to explain. It doesn’t matter to me anymore."
"No need for what? You’re not the one who’s been burning with fever for a month."
Realizing his words were too harsh, Mitchel paused and lowered his head to persuade her, his tone softening a little, "Actually, you've been punished as well. As long as you acknowledge your mistake and correct it, everything will be fine. In a few days, it's your birthday and we'll hold a..."
Before he could finish, Livia interrupted, saying, "I'm not in a hurry to get married..."
Upon hearing this, Mitchel's face turned completely dark. "You're not in a hurry to get married? You’ve been waiting for this for twenty-three years. Everything is already prepared and now you’re telling me you’re not in a hurry?"
"Livia, you're still angry, aren't you? You're angry because I punished you for Malva, so you're deliberately saying this, right?"
Everything was ready?
Once, all she had ever dreamed of was being his bride.
But now, just hearing the word "marriage" made her head throb with pain.