Carlos steered Alicia firmly toward the exit, his arm locked around her waist. But just as the door swung open, she whirled around with fire in her eyes.
"Instead of wasting energy on me," Alicia said, her voice sharp as shattered glass, "you should figure out how to make your man actually want you."
The barb made Yuki's jaw clench with an audible grind. She glared at Alicia's retreating back, nails drawing blood from her palms. The moment they disappeared, she exploded.
"When will you marry me?!" she shrieked at Elvis like a spoiled child denied candy, her eyes wild and bloodshot.
Elvis didn't bother responding. He simply rose and sauntered away without a backward glance. With a furious scream, Yuki swept the table clean—teacups exploded across the floor in jagged shards.
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