"Does it bother you to be my wife?"
I rolled my eyes. Here he goes again, answering a question with another question.
"That's not an answer."
"I know," He shrugged. "I'm just curious."
I exhaled deeply. I didn't expect that question. It wouldn't be bothersome if I was his wife in the sense of the privilege I would obtain, but I can't marry Mr Lawson.
He maltreated his servants, insulting them because he was the boss.
"Yes, it will bother me to be your wife," I confessed. "You're so cruel and strict. You act like the world revolves around you. Also, you trampled over people's esteem just to glorify yourself," I sighed, I was going to tell him everything without holding back. "You have a bad impression of everyone because you feel you are better than them. All this and many more is wh
