I noticed that he doesn’t have the faint hair that his brothers had. His hair was thickly black, clumsily covering his forehead. It seemed like it haven’t been cut for eight weeks. His green eyes, unlike his brothers, were brighter under his rectangular glasses. I can feel that he’s too witty for me.
He continued to scan me, like some laser light flashing on every part of me. I averted his gaze and just played with my thumb on my lap, then began tap-tap-tapping imaginary piano keys. My hands were cold. If Amy and Drew was here, they could tell he was cute.
I don’t understand why most rich teenagers are good-looking. And why on earth most men in a couple are good-looking? Hell!
“So,” he started in a hard tone. I don’t know if he is being stern or not. “Your whole name is Jacqueline Ramritzy Booke?”
“Yes, Sir Bloodson,”
“I see you have a foreign side?”
“From my grandmother,”
“Asian?”
“Yes, Sir Bloodson,”
“Please, address me Skylar,” he requested, “You’re not my client, after all.”
Yeah sure, Skylar. But I don’t want to. We don’t know each other yet. I decided to call him with Sir. I nodded, as always.
He examined me again. I felt really small, as if he’s a giant waiting for me to move. When I tried meeting his gaze, I dropped it again, now feeling insulted. I just figured out where he was looking: on my nose. I really have a small flat nose, me, Levi, Mom, my Aunts and Granny. Only Carter had a pointy nose, inherited form my father. Obviously, Asian blood had started on my Granny, only taken on the females in the clan.
I crumpled my face, raising my head, and then rubbed my nose with my fingers, slightly.
“Why did you choose to marry me?” he broke the ice. Bang.
Inside me, I could have squirmed. “I have no choice,”
“There are many options,” he offered. “You can find a lawyer,”
“We don’t have enough money,”
“Surrender the land,”
“We have nowhere to go,” I said, judging on what Carter had told us.
“But aren’t you afraid?”
Well, am I? Of what?
“Of me?” he said, “Of what I can do to you,”
Well, I haven’t thought about that.
I shook my head no. “I can be tough. I will be.”
