Eve’s POV: Raven didn't move a muscle. He genuinely looked confused at my actions, as if he hadn't just asked a random woman to marry him. I wasn't entirely sure if he wasn’t just joking. I stood there waiting for him to laugh or even smile to signal to me that he was not completely crazy. "In my culture, when a woman shows you mercy and gives you food, you must marry her," he stated. At least now I got my answer. He's crazy. "In my culture, when a man is a creep, you call the police," I responded slowly, emphasizing each word so he could grasp its meaning. "My fiancé, there's no need for this," he pleaded. "I want to return the favor by providing you security, a home, and sustenance." "Don't call me that," I snapped, frustration seeping into my voice. "As you can see I already have a home, I fed you therefore I also have food. I'm great." "It's fate, my future wife. We must be together," he insisted. "As a matter of fact, we have a saying: fate turns everything around to meet y
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