"You boast about being an adult, yet you married a child when you could have chosen not to," I accused. And it seemed my words had an unexpected effect, as both the hand that held me by the waist and the one that had been gently caressing my neck withdrew from me. So I turned to him and didn't hesitate to point at him with my finger. "You claim to indulge my whims, but you humiliate me in front of other women. Do you think that being an adult gives you the right to trample on my dignity?”
I saw Arthur open his lips, perhaps to respond to my complaints. But before any sound came from them, the door to that room opened without warning, which gave me a bit of a start.
"Oh, excuse me, I knocked several times, but no one answered," said the same manager as the door opened slowly, perhaps to a
