Rose’s POV

Mr. Lucky stayed quiet, his eyes trained on me as if examining me closely. I loathed his calmness, his complete indifference to my imminent descent into madness. However, I needed to maintain my composure. I needed to remain concentrated, or all my efforts would collapse.

"Listen," I said, my tone softer now, yet still carrying the same sharpness, "if marriage is truly the issue, then okay." I'll come up with a solution. I will take care of it. But don’t assume for a moment ...