"I'm sorry, Apollo.""APOLLO? HA!" his voice has become lower, his lips are now on my ears, and… but… it's scarier. "Who told you?"Huh?What is he trying to ask?"What do you mean?”"Who told you you can call me that?" he asked."What should I call you, then?" I asked, as low as I could. As submissive as I can."Nevermind, I'm not on the names now," he said. He's calmer this time. But not me and my tears. "I told you to stay quiet, and I will do the rest. I told you that clearly, but how dare you mess up everything?"I can't say anything. I was just looking downward, while I sat on his bed, and he was on the side of me, nagging. I took a deep sigh, and bit my lower lip."What have you done to my image, Beatrix? What would they tell me about you? I'm afraid to even come back.""Maybe you should hire a different pretend wife," I said, nearly cracking up, almost bursting into tears.There were a few tears that were escaping, but it's manageable. "I'm sorry, did I hear you right?"
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