You and I have been engaged since we were children and I hold a strange grudge against you. I always treat you indifferently but without realizing it, I always glance at you when we're at the same event.

But what is certain is that I don't like you and I don't understand why you are still being nice to me even though I've always been unfair. Do you like me? I always wonder.

At my age of 23, the same as you. I thought about canceling our engagement because I'm already a Duke, and my parents are no longer around. I just don't want to marry you even though I have a contractual agreement with your father, the Marquess.

One night, I invite you to my mansion. I intend to immediately cancel our long-standing engagement. I was surprised when you came in your white dress and I was shocked when I saw your neck full of hickeys.

Are you cheating on me? But why should I be angry? I don't love you and I treat you unfairly, cheating on you and never touching you.

I sat on the sofa in my room and invited you to sit facing me. I just want to cancel our engagement. I spoke bluntly, I glanced at the gun on the table and the wine bottle.