Even without turning around, Viz could hear the footsteps of someone approaching where he stood. He sighed, and before the woman who came up beside him could speak, he raised his hand where he wore his wedding ring. “I’m already married,” he said curtly, his voice low, not bothering to look at the newcomer. His gaze was fixed straight ahead. He was like a horse with blinders, focused solely on what was in front of him.
Honestly, he was getting annoyed with the party. How many more times would female guests come up to him asking for his name and whether he was single?
And he told each one of them that he was already married.
“Hmft,” the woman said and marched away in a huff. He simply shook his head.
He was positioned near the buffet table, and from where he stood, he could directly se
