Alpha Frank remained silent, his eyes fixed on Rosy with a cold, unwavering stare.
Rosy's eyes welled up with tears.
"I want you to marry me right now!"
The surrounding guests began to whisper.
Alpha Frank's face was as cold as ice.
Rosy's tears spilled over, and her voice was filled with absolute despair. "Alpha Frank, do you like her or not? Just tell me!"
Alpha Frank's eyes twitched, and at last, he spoke, his voice as frigid as the depths of an Arctic winter. "Rosy, have you had enough of this tantrum?"
Rosy seemed completely oblivious to his word.
"Not nearly enough Now, answer me! Do you like her or not? If you don't, then why have you splurged so much money on her? Why throw her such a lavish birthday party? Why defend her, even at the cost of hurting yourself?"
Alpha Frank
