Anklet of Manriun

CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

 "Then don't," he grabbed her jaws roughly. "Don't love me, just marry me. This will be the last time you bring such a topic up, the next time you do I swear to the goddess it will be the last thing you will ever say because I will cut off your tongue."

"How long do you intend to keep threatening me?" Rain asked with tight lips. "And will you keep hitting me after every single thing I say that you don't like?"

Aryan fell silent, but his gaze remained hard against Rain's now red cheeks, she was right, he couldn't keep being like this, but he was barely controlling himself, because just like the doctor said his madness could be the reason he gets unnecessarily angry.

"If you don't keep making unreasonable excuses to call off the wedding, then this wouldn't have happened." He released her and stepped back into the room. "You should tell the girl to pack your things, you will be going back to the duchy in the morning."