"Marriage,?". I exclaimed.

"Yes, marriage Isabel," he got to the bed and grumpily sat on it, but his eyes were still looking as I turned to leave.

I held the doorknob, but I turned back to him and said, " Alvin you're sick, and if you think you'd manipulate me into getting married to you so you can appease your dad, then you're highly mistaking, I won't do it,"...

I said and I went away from the room

I feel Alvin is gradually losing his mind if he thinks getting married to me will make his dad less angry with him, then he must dream, and Elsa wouldn't allow him...