He leaned closer, his voice dripping with disdain. “What were you planning? Wearing a wedding dress to the engagement party to pressure me? Is the Peyton Family that desperate to marry you off? Or is this just how far you’ll go to cling to me?”
I tried to pull my arm free, my voice steady but firm. “Let go off me, Robert. That dress is for my wedding, it has nothing to do with you.”
Robert scoffed. “Your wedding? Who else could you possibly marry if not me? Enough with your antics! I've seen your tricks to force me to marry you for years. I've enough Let me be frank the reason I agreed to our engagement was a courtesy to our families. Don’t push your luck.”
Just then, the door to the room swung open. "Let her go!"
