Veronica's footsteps moving away and the thud of the tightly closed door seemed to be the end of the tension on the porch that afternoon. However for Leonardo, the remaining silence instead felt far more torturous. He stepped backward slowly, then threw his body back on top of the rattan chair roughly.
Leo rested both of his elbows on top of his knees, burying his face between both of his palms. Vero's words just now kept echoing in his head, hitting his ego repeatedly without mercy.
"Aren't you yourself the one who from the beginning emphasized that this forced marriage was completely not wanted by you?"
"Damnit," Leo cursed faintly to his own palms. "Why did my mouth back then have to be that stiff?"
Leo chuckled heavily alone. He truly had been consumed by his own words. At the begi
