At this moment, one stubborn thought fills my mind: To hell with Alanna. Once Derick and I are married, he’ll be mine.
Standing up, I forced a smile.
“It’s okay. I don’t need a wedding. Let’s just get the marriage license tomorrow, alright?”
His hand froze slightly, and he looked at me with a rare seriousness.
“Skye, don’t be unreasonable.”
Unreasonable?
I’d made plenty of unreasonable demands before, and he’d always indulged me.
Skye's POV
“Derick, I don’t like you having a female assistant.” And just like that, he replaced all his secretaries with men.
“Derick, I want to eat Parisian pastries.” He’d wake up at dawn to stand in line and buy them for me.
“Derick, I wish I could see you as soon as I leave the lab.” The next day, he was at the school gates waiting to pick me up.
My classmates envied me. To them, I had the perfect boyfriend who always knew how to take care of me.
But when it came to marriage, that one request suddenly made me "unreasonable."
For the first time, I saw annoyance flash in Derick’s eyes when he looked at me. I realized then—I had made a mistake.