Intoxication melts everything.
Blood, relationships, the atmosphere, heartbeats—even one’s vision—it was the culprit that made them all blur and run. I had hoped that dissolving effect would apply to the two of us as well.
Though I had not expected everything to fall apart over a single sentence.
The atmosphere froze in an instant. The proposal was so striking that it erased every conversation we had shared before it, and my brow naturally furrowed. Even so, I did not erupt in anger.
Marquis Findleston’s expression was far too composed.
It meant he was hiding some ulterior motive. Sure enough, a faintly mischievous smile appeared on his face.
“I had at least prepared myself to have my skull cracked with that glass.”
“I have lived through all manner of humiliation myself. I can tell whether someone is the sort to impose an impossible condition. There must still be room for negotiation, must there not?”
“Please forgive my discourtesy. It was only a little joke…… Perhaps growing old has made me envious of the young, judging by how I sometimes feel compelled to make such wicked jokes.”
At the very least, it might have been a sign that the distance between…