What was more, Lewis did not ask for my permission, he simply walked away, carrying her toward the other clinic as if I did not exist.
No matter how well he acted toward me, his true feelings always slipped through when Katrina was around.
And the worst part? He didn’t even realize it.
The bitterness boiled over, but I held it in, swallowing the lump in my throat.
Turning away, I walked to the clinic alone.
After finishing the hospital administration, I hailed a taxi and left Lewis behind, who seemed more preoccupied with his Kate than with me.
My destination was Tobias’ office.
As soon as I arrived, I burst through the door and shouted, “Tell our parents I accept the arranged marriage!”
Tobias looked up from his desk, startled, his confusion quickly turning to alarm as he noticed my arm wrapped in gauze. “Are you… did you try to hurt yourself by cutting your wrist?”
He rushed toward me, gripping my arm and inspecting the gauze with panic in his eyes.
“Of course not,” I snapped. “It’s just a burn. Don’t change the subject, call our parents and tell them I’m ready to go home and get married.”
“You’re serious?” he asked, his tone incredulous. “But what about Lewis?”