His heartbeat was strong and powerful, pounding fiercely and quickly.
"Why not?" His large hand covered her head, gently caressing, his voice low and hoarse, tugging at the heartstrings, "Scarlett, we were meant to get married. From the moment you were born, you were destined to be my wife, don't you remember?"
"We already broke up." Her voice trembled, her hands shook as she pushed him twice, only to be caught and held.
He let out a soft laugh, took a deep breath, inhaling the enchanting fragrance of her hair, his voice husky, "So what? People can reunite after breaking up. Besides, even though I agreed to the breakup at that time, it wasn't willingly."
Scarlett was taken aback.
He hadn't been willing, so why did he agree so readily?
