When I locked my sorry eyes into his green watery eyes, I misunderstood his coldness for rage and his crimson cheeks for impending wrath. His face slowly curled back into gloom and strong features that I began to wonder the ills and flaws his sisters must have briefed him about me.
He hesitated to speak yet further and I fought back the urge to blow hot at him; I was expecting his compliment for all the sacrifices I did for him. Perhaps I was too fast to expect compliment from a young, cute man from an influential family who would still divorce me for women of his caliber.
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