CHAPTER 49

SCARLETT'S POV

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“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?”

He yelled out clutching his fists tightly.

I was scared by this.

I never saw him like this.

But nonetheless I answered him.

“It’s ...” I stared meekly but then it hit me there’s no reason for him to be angry.

I’m also living here and I have every right to do whatever I want with the house.

“What do you think it is? Can’t you see, Christmas decorations are these.” I spoke tauntingly moving my hands around the house.

Oh wow! That rhymed....

This is not the time to think how good you rhyme.

My subconscious mocked me.

But what you said also rhymed.

Ohh no.no..this is definitely not the time to get lost in my head.

Looking at him, I realized...my words might have enraged him more.

“Christmas is not celebrated here.”

“Was not. Now it is.” I countered crossing my arms across my chest.

“Triantáfyllo....Do not test my patience.”