I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Diet1pronounced dee-yet, let’s break off our engagement.”
Without any hint of regret over this decision, I was able to confidently speak up. Even if there was a lingering attachment in the room, I had to break off the engagement with this bastard.
I lifted the teacup to display a sense of composure and pretended to gaze at Diet in a contemplative manner.
With a sly smile, he maintained his usual nonchalant demeanor.
Still, I thought he would be somewhat surprised… Well, it’s fortunate in a way that breaking off the engagement seems easy like this.
Sipping my tea, I awaited his agreement to come from his lips.
“That won’t be possible.”
But he betrayed my expectations miserably. I barely swallowed the tea that almost spilled out.
“I don’t think breaking off the engagement is an option.”
He spoke decisively, as if to prove that I hadn’t misheard him.
…The man who wants to kill me refuses to break off the engagement.
How on earth should I accept this?
- 1pronounced dee-yet