I strolled behind him until we reached the training room, which was in fact a long walk. The passages continued endlessly, with every turn showing another passageway set with portraits of ugly looking people whose eyes appeared to be staring at me. The silence between us was choking. I could hear only our footsteps on the polished marble floor.
“You picked him because he is good looking, didn't you?” he said, looking at me with a straight face, his jaw set with suppressed anger.
What was really his problem?
"You gave me a choice, so deal with it" I said as I faced the door, refusing to meet his gaze. I could feel my heart beating against my ribs, I know this guy is so unpredictable because I had given him the side look in an attempt to conceal my nervousness.
“Reminder, you are marrie
