"What do you mean you married him? I warned you explicitly to stay away. He's dangerous, and now you're telling me you're his wife? Did he threaten you? Are you in danger?" His voice trembled with anger and fear.
I leaned back, arms crossed, staring intently. His concern was palpable, but its true source eluded me. Initially, I believed it stemmed from my past as a mute girl, abandoned by a loveless adoptive family. But now, I sensed deeper motives at play.
"Editor Damian," I interjected firmly, forcing him to meet my gaze. "Could it be you have feelings for me?"
"Excuse me?" He seemed taken aback.
"If not, then why this concern?" I retorted, irritation rising. "Why worry over my safety and choices?"
"Your grandmother entrusted me to look after you," he insisted.
I scoffed. "If I were truly pitiable, perhaps I'd believe that. But she knew I can fend for myself."
