I turned my head to face him, my eyes determined. I was ready to swear an oath to prove my resolve.
“What, you’re planning to avoid responsibility? Now you’re pretending not to remember?” His voice deepened as his dark eyes stared intently
at me.
“What? Take responsibility?!”
I stared at him in shock, completely caught off guard by him saying I should take responsibility.
“Last night you grabbed my hand and said you’d take responsibility, that’s why I came in.” He said matter–of–factly.
“How should I take responsibility?”
12:15 AM
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He calmly uttered two words: “Get married.
?!!
“What?” I couldn’t believe my ears.
What kind of talk is this? It was just a one–night stand, but he wants me to give up my whole life for it?
“Or I could let everyone at the company and your school know what you did.” He glanced at me sideways.
“You, you, you can’t! Besides, then everyone would know you were forced into it. You’d lose face even more.”
He listened to me finish, his eyes growing darker as he seemed to consider something.
After a moment, he said slowly, “I don’t care.”
…Well that’s quite the “I don’t care,”
But I do care.
I felt a bit wronged, but couldn’t say anything.
“Is there any other way to resolve this?”
He stared at me silently, his eyes deep and the atmosphere growing increasingly oppressive.
I could only stammer out, “Then… when should we get married?”
“Tomorrow morning at 9am.”
My eyes darted around as I agreed with a “Okay.”
“Don’t try any tricks. I have your ID card.” He leaned back comfortably against the headboard, twirling my ID card in his hand.
“…I know, don’t worry.”
I felt deflated as I sat at the foot of the bed, sighing.
