"Just drop it already…, please," Venessa pleaded as she saw Stefan being hellbend upon getting his answer.
"Why?"
The confusion was well-written upon his face as the denial to fulfill his request became more obvious.
"You ask me why? Maybe I should ask you that instead. Why do you want me to answer the obvious? Do you think I married you because I hated you? Do you think I'm some kind of masochist? Who willingly marries a person they hate?"
"But it always seemed like you did."
His tone grew thicker in confusion.
"Oh come on, I couldn't possibly hate someone I didn't even know back then," and here her frustration grew thicker.
"You could if you are forced to marry someone," he justified it for herself.
"No one forced me."
"But you didn't exactly marry me willingly, did you?"
Venessa's frustration knew no bounds. How is making him understand a simple thing becomes this hard?
