The poor young woman was terrified, her face pale and strained. The thought of marrying a psycho who could literally spray mist while... having an accident... filled her with dread.
[The Female Lead 'Clara' has a Mental Breakdown. Congratulations, you have earned 1000 Critical Points.]
"I'd rather die than marry him," she choked out, tears welling in her eyes. Her pretty face was white as a sheet, her lips trembling.
"I have an idea," Alex said, leaning in again. "I actually mentioned it to your aunt before, but she rejected it." He abruptly stopped, looking flustered, glancing left and right as if he'd misspoken. Nervously, he added, "I didn't say anything. You didn't hear anything."
"Tell me! Quick! Auntie's not here, I won't tell her," Clara urged desperately. Hearing there was a way out of this hell, she instantly forgot about any promises to her aunt.
She wouldn't let any chance slip away.
