“You… You’re kidding,” Hans muttered as if he was convincing himself. “You chose that punk over me?”
“He’s not a punk. He’s my cousin,” I answered without hesitation, looking Hans in the eye.
There wasn’t any hint of fear in it; only bravery.
“And if you really wanted to marry me, then you should learn how to respect my family in the first place.”
Not waiting for his answer, I was about to pull River away, but he beat me to it.
River didn’t even glance at Hans. It’s as if he didn’t care about Hans’ existence at all, nor the gasps that filled the room. All he cared about was our intertwined hands.
That’s the time I realized what I did. I held his hand without even thinking, and now, my heart was thumping rapidly.
I’m just hoping that my cheeks aren’t reddening right now, because it
