CHAPTER 130

　　I smirked. "Is it a challenge, my dear husband?"

　　He scanned my look. "It is not a challenge. It's the truth. So, drop it. It cannot be the third reason."

　　"Will it be if I really cut myself?" I asked and pressed the knife a little bit deeper into my wrist than before.

　　Vayden moved in small steps. "Stop this madness, Viana. I will just meet Casey and noth—holy!"

　　He ran towards me as I started to cut myself. He roughly pulled the knife and threw it away.

　　"You're insanely crazy! Who does that?" he yelled. He took out his handkerchief and wiped the little amount of blood.

　　"It's a really tiny amount of blood, Vay—"

　　"Shut the hell up." I pursed my lips at his sudden outburst.

　　He made me sit on the bed and opened a drawer. Vayden brought a first aid box and took my hand in his. He started applying antiseptic while I admired him.

　　'You're insanely crazy,' he used my language.