My voice got tighter around my neck because of his presence which caused sweat to dwell on my forehead in the air conditioned car.

Was this so-called marriage necessary?

My eyes fixated on my hands, never daring to glance at his stone-cold form. Curling my toes in vexation, I didn’t dare to raise my eyes.

"...Why?"

I broke the thick tension of air with my whimper which didn't even bother to reach his ears.

"Why?"

"Give this explanation to anyone who asks about your whereabouts: You stayed at your parents place for these seven days."

"Okay." I whispered. The demon who can openly commit a murder, must have said after...