Chapter 2My Lover Has Delusions: He Thinks I'm His Nemesis Until I'm on the Brink of Death

The crystal chandelier scattered fine light.

But the living room, though lit, was unusually cold, and the man sitting beside me had no warmth at all.

I placed the tablet on my knees, showing him page after page.

"Look, for our wedding, how about I wear this?"

"This skirt design is mermaid style."

"It's so beautiful, like light flowing over it."

"I also really like this one, the veil has a star design, just like the one you took me to see-"

A sneer interrupted my words.

He looked up, his dark eyes staring straight at me.

"Do we have a past?"

I wanted to tell the man in front of me that we did, we had many, many good memories.

But the person in front of me always saw me as a heinous villain.

He turned my chin and kissed the corner of my lips.

His cool voice carried a hint of wanton allure, elegant yet dark with desire.

"Be good, give me the medicine."