"You want to go and meet her? Have they hit your brain too much to make you senile?" The carriage started toward their manor and even when he told her twice that he wanted to go to count's manor, she only galred and insulted him without paying any heed to his demands.
"Ember.."
"Stop calling my name in that tricky voice. It would make no difference." she sighed as if she was fighting for patience, failing, "cotlin, do you know that you are behaving like a child. As a shrewd man I have expected better from you even if you have fallen in love? Or does love hit the brain directly?" Perhaps it was not love that I felt for you then? Even the thought was enough to make her chest pain. She felt her eyelids burning.
How she wanted to beat him and cry for him at the same time left her confused too.
"What if…"