Skye Lawrence stared him straight in the eyes without backing down, and retorted, "Do we need a honeymoon?"
Oscar's eyes were already brewing a storm, he tightened his grip on her wrist and asked, "What do you think!"
Skye Lawrence averted his gaze first, turned her head and calmly said, "I don't think it's necessary. Our marriage is a transaction. The terms of the deal don't include a honeymoon, so there's no need to waste each other's time."
"Transaction? Terms? Skye Lawrence, is everything in your life a transaction in your view? Whatever you want to do, you check if it's written in the transaction in your mind. If it's not written, it's an invalid transaction, and you ignore it. Even if it's human nature, if it's not written into the contract, you can overlook it!"
Every word Oscar uttered was imbued with malice, a malicious interrogation.
Skye Lawrence's expression changed, but she maintained her aloof demeanor and calmly retorted, "Aren't you that kind of person too?"
