Wounded Pride

"Fine! You said it yourself. Who needs your affection, anyway?"

Desmond turned to leave, but frustration gnawed at him. He looked back at Cecelia and said icily, "There are plenty of women in Morvale who want to marry me. It's not like I can't live without you, Cecelia."

"I already knew that long ago. There's no need to tell me every single time."

Cecelia rolled her eyes in her head. He acted as t