"Ferrel...!" he clinged to the man.
"You love me right?! I'm the one you love?" he asked him the same question over and over again, tearing in pain as he can't accept the fact that he's getting married to someone else.
The man named Ferrel who had his face in all seriousness took his hand then slowly spoke, "I'm sorry."
The young Quail gritted in anger and pushed him away, "He must have done something to lure you away from me."
"I won't accept this! Remember that!" He was screaming in anger, can't accept this twisted fate that brought them in.
"I'm sorry." Ferrel said again.
And it was echoing all around his head until his eyes snapped wide open. He was lying on his bed tired and his office clothes wasn't changed.
He glanced at the clock beside him and immediately rose up to change
