Alexander probably didn't expect me to follow along and answer "No, " and he was momentarily stunned.
This was the first time I had denied our relationship.
His expression turned even colder.
"Seraphina! "
He emphasized my name, clearly dissatisfied with my answer, but said nothing else.
Why did he think that, just because we had been childhood sweethearts and were promised to each other, he could deny it, but I couldn't?
He felt this bond was a burden, but hadn't he also bound me with it?
Since birth, I had been branded as his future wife.
I once loved him, disregarding my dignity, but he crushed that love into the mud, piece by piece.
Our relationship had long since ceased to exist.
I looked up at him and asked, What do you expect me to say? "
His deep, captivating eyes were fixed on me with an investigative gaze, and a hint of mockery played at the corner of his lips.
His tone was casual: "Say whatever you like. I just hope this is your true feeling, not just you being upset. "
I paused, my breath caught in my chest. It wasn't constricted before, but now it was.
He continued: "After all... I only see you as a sister. "
"... "
A surge of emotions flooded me, and I felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness.
Fine, Alexander, stop talking.
I regained my composure and just happened to catch the joy in Eleanor's eyes.
So this was it—she had her sights set on him, and I was just in the way.
Whatever. I couldn't be bothered to explain.
What Alexander didn't know was that I had already decided to stop liking him.
I took a deep breath. "Excuse me, I'm going to the restroom. "
He chuckled softly.
He stood up and moved aside to let me pass.
