Call off the engagement?
Alfred was stunned for a moment, gazing foolishly at the tall and gentle Miluo opposite him, wondering if he had misheard?
Why would Miluo actually call off the engagement? That didn't seem right, did it?
This woman had been clinging to him so desperately before, and now that he had finally decided to graciously accept her as his bride, she dared to refuse and even wanted to break off the engagement?
How dare she?
With her three-meter-tall body, who else would accept her apart from him?
The shock of Miluo's words was so overwhelming that Alfred didn't even know how to speak for a while. The shock on his face gradually turned to a dense, impenetrable gloom, and his eyes were as crimson as blood.
Within his pupils, it seemed as if weird threads were wriggling incessantly, and upon closer examination, it was almost noticeable that something seemed to be about to emerge beneath Alfred's skin, his flesh cracking open in large patches like stretch marks.
