#Chapter10

AMELIA POV

"I need you to marry me."

Bam.

The glass in my hand smashes onto the ground. Water and fragments of glass fly everywhere. Xavier is unaffected by my reaction and simply just calls the cleaner lady.

We sit in uncomfortable silence as she comes in and picks up the glass. I mumble her a quiet 'thank you' and she gives me a small smile.

"That was quite the overreaction." Xavier mutters, more to himself.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" I say, after a second of silence.

"I need you to marry me," he says, irritably.

"Your joking?" I chuckle humorlessly

"Do I look like I'm joking?"...