Chapitre 39: BAD MOOD

If they tried to take her from him. He would rip the world apart with his bare hands.

-Unknown-

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"We are going to get married in two months."

That statement was akin to a sharp knife stabbed ruthlessly in her chest. Lise couldn't believe what she just heard, as it sounded beyond absurd, but for some reason, she knew that Gael would do exactly as he had said.

"This is our engagement ring," Gael said, he held her hand down tightly, preventing Lise from removing the ring from her slender finger. "You can choose your wedding ring later."

Lise immediately tried to yank her hand away from his, as if she were being electrocuted when he touched her, only, it was a futile attempt. He held her too tight and she was too weak to fight him.