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“I didn’t mean to. If you want your conversation to be private, you should lock yourself in your room.” I argued. “And besides, are you forbidding me to know your activities? We’re going to get married, it was just right that—”

I saw glints of happiness the way he looked at me. But it easily faded away and was back to being cold and reserved.

“You’re not allowed to leave. The servant might come later and—”

“And why the hell not? I am not a prisoner in your house, right?”

“This is going to be your house too. You clearly claimed that what's mine is yours, what’s yours is...