Alessia sprang up from her bed, making a burning sensation go up her bandaged leg but she ignored it. She had sent the hospital trolley, with the food tray on top sprawling. It almost fell over, but Dervan was quick to hold onto it.
He let out an exasperated sigh. "Was what I said so shocking–"
"Why," Alessia interrupted, her eyes wide, "why aren't you going to divorce me?"
Dervan's brows furrowed lightly. "It's nothing particularly special. You're the only perfect candidate I have for a wife–"
"Me? A murderer? The perfect candidate?" Alessia asked, her voice dangerously calm before it rapidly increased in volume. "That's bullshit!"
Dervan's frown deepened. "And why exactly is it bullshit?"
"I asked for three years! We had a deal!" Alessia argued, her eyes wild. "Now you spring forever on me out of nowhere? I don't want it!"
Dervan rubbed his forehead, trying his best not to let out a groan. "Listen, you didn't even let me–"
