As I was sitting in the passenger seat, my knuckles turned white from gripping the edge of my seat so hard as Mathiel sped down the winding road. The car ride home was silent, but the tension in the air was suffocating. I wanted to ask him why he did not tell me that he was engaged and chose to marry me without even considering his fiance, but looking at his clenched jaw and white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel, I thought it was best to keep my mouth shut.
Finally, the tires screeched as Mathiel pulled into the driveway of the mansion. Before I could even unfasten my seat belt, he yanked the door open and grabbed my wrist.
“Mathiel stop!” I exclaimed, but he paid no heed. I understood that he was quite angry about his grandfather's reaction, but what I did not understand was why he
