The night wind was sharp. It tousled his hair into disarray.
"I told you I wouldn't bind myself to you tomorrow. So why deliberately let Cora see the contract?"
So that was what he believed. That I had done it on purpose.
That I was trying to corner him into giving in.
He stood beside me, his voice frigid.
"Did you think this would force my hand? Or is it Cora,were you trying to start a fight between us?"
"I told you. You misunderstand."
"All right, Iris."
He sighed,the sigh of a parent indulging a willful child.
"Can't we keep these things between us? You insist on dragging it out where everyone can see,humiliating both of us. And then you're miserable when you go home."
"I'm not refusing to bind with you. It's only a question of timing. Why are you doing this to yourself?"
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