With gritted teeth, Zheme forced down his rude comment and instead smiled weirdly. "A housewife you say? I'm merely practicing to be your husband."

"Have I ever agreed to be your wife?"

'Slam her head into the table.' That ran across his mind.

'Slap her senseless.' That ran across his mind too, but with self control in his grasp, he refrained and instead calmly replied. "Agreed or not, you will be."

Lexie smirked at that, her pride feeling as if it was on top of the world. "I will not marry you, forced or not."

"You will."

"I won't."

"You will."

"I said I won't!"

Did she just yell at...