I couldn't believe what Edward was suggesting. The audacity of it all left me speechless, and anger bubbled up inside me like a boiling pot about to spill over. He stood there, so sure of himself, as if my consent didn't matter.
"What are you talking about?“
“Weren't you listening?" he asked, his tone serious and unyielding.
"I mean, are you serious?" I shot back, incredulous.
"You knew this wedding was coming. It's time to start preparations. The wedding is going to be in two weeks. So, please, let's go downstairs."
"Are you crazy? I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm not marrying you, Edward. Just get that through your head and leave me alone. Get out of my room.“ I exclaimed, frustration and disbelief colouring my voice.
“This is my bedroom, just in case you are wondering,"
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