Broken Season
"Yes, us. I don't want to marry you," Luna stated, her gaze fixed on Lucas's face, devoid of expression.
"So, you're going to marry the pianist then?" Lucas guessed, causing Luna to become more certain that the man in front of her was already aware of everything.
"Of course. I love him, so I will marry him," Luna replied, observing Lucas's reaction carefully.
"But this time, I need this marriage," Luna continued, dismissing Lucas's scoffing smile.
"And?" Lucas asked.
"We'll make a prenuptial agreement," Luna declared.
"Do you think I'll agree?" Lucas responded dismissively.
"You have to agree. Whether you like it or not, we're going to make a prenuptial agreement," Luna insisted, prompting a threatening smile from Lucas.
"Luna Estrada, you're too confident. Do you think I'd agree to this marriage? I even declined it," Lucas replied, belittling her.
"We're not going to make a prenuptial agreement because we're never going to get married," Lucas added, causing Luna to clench her fists as if she had been rejected by the man before her. How could Luna Estrada face rejection? She couldn't allow it to happen.
"Hahahahah." Luna forced a laugh, attempting to make it sound mocking to Lucas, although at this moment, she wished she could throw her heel at Lucas's head.
"Then why did your grandfather force my grandfather to persuade me to accept this marriage, huh?" Luna said with traces of laughter in her voice, emphasizing each word.
"Are you serious?" Lucas asked, his face showing mockery.
"Didn't you ask your grandfather who would marry you? Weren't you suspicious? Who knows, maybe your grandfather was referring to my own grandfather, trying to match us," Luna's inner thoughts raced, attempting to calm herself.
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