Sharing A Room

"You felt out of place earlier, and you're gonna share a room with me? And now you're telling me that you're my wife?"

"You know, in villages like this, if you enter the motel, it's embarrassing to say that we're only a couple. The people here are not as liberated as the people from the city. We're perfect for each other, don't you think? You're handsome, and I'm beautiful—"

"Who said that?"

"Huh?"

"Who said you're beautiful?" He confirmed.

Cassie raised her eyebrows. "Am I not?"

Blake looked at her from head to toe, and Cassie waited for the verdict, but it never came. He just left her in the hallway like a stranger.

Cassie's chest was heaving in exasperation. Her hands clenched tightly.