"No!" Ivy declined. She couldn't understand how a dinner suddenly reached the point that now she was going to become Silas's wife. "I can't!"
Even if she had changed the future, her jinx was still there. If they become husband and wife, they will stay together for a long time, won't he be harmed at that time?
"Ivy, you aren't in the position to decline." Silas reminded, his gentle voice echoed in her ears, "You owe me. Compared to my death, doesn't becoming my wife just seem a normal compensation?"
"That…" That did make sense. Ivy was speechless and didn't know how to argue back. For the first time, she realized that her thought process was completely different from Silas's.
Her heart was pounding at the thought of marrying Silas, but more than that, she was worried. Finally, she tried to negotiate,
"How about this… I will become your maid?"
