A Way to Protect the Lovable You
Finally, it was their first night.
Leticia whispered, leaning her forehead against his chest, "As expected, is it too far? Should I get closer?"
Dietrian barely swallowed a groan. His hand grasping Leticia's shoulder was shaking with a sweet faze, but she didn't notice.
"I know that you're uncomfortable. But please bear with me until my mother comes."
Dietrian hated Leticia. It was natural as Leticia's mother killed his family. She had never doubted the fact. So she didn't know, how badly his face was distorted by her words.
"You just have to put up with me for half a year. Then, I will divorce you as you wish."
At the word 'divorce,' he grit his teeth.
