Karenina, who was still traumatised, glanced at the rose flower he was holding in his hand. Its petals were dark red like crimson hue , the stem was green and had sharp, spike-like thorns. And when she looked closely the thorns were piercing into his palm, fingers causing the blood to trickle out.
"I don't need it," she coldly replied and looking away from him she scoffed sarcastically," are you trying to threaten me? Do you want me to keep my mouth shut about what happened last night, father?"
Romeo's expressions darkened, crushing the rose in his hand he smiled wryly," Were you planning on announcing to the world about our cursed fate?"
She remained quiet which irritated him, he threw the withered rose under his expensive leather shoes and grabbed her jaws in his bleeding hand.
"Speak," he growled. "I am waiting for your answer. Is it not enough for you that I'm now a sinner?"
"Reject me."