With a subtle shake of her hand, Livia looked up at Mitchel, speaking each word with utmost seriousness. "I agree to break off the engagement."
As soon as she opened her mouth, a metallic taste of blood flowed out. She wiped it with the back of her hand, revealing a hint of seductive red at the corner of her mouth.
Mitchel was momentarily stunned, seemingly not hearing clearly what she had said.
It was only that day, because of Malva’s injury, that he had been so angry and said he would break off the engagement with her.
But now, hearing her agree to it, an inexplicable bitterness rose in his heart.
He furrowed his brows, his face stern as he asked her, "Are you really willing to?"
Livia tugged at the corner of her mouth, but didn’t reply.
Mitchel frowned. "Actually, everything I said that day was out of anger. You don't have to take it seriously..."
"You don't need to comfort me," Livia interrupted him. "I'm not saying this out of anger. I'm serious. I'll break off the engagement and I'll bear all the consequences alone."
What Mitchel didn’t know was that she could no longer marry him. According to the agreement, she had to marry another man.