They stared intently at each other, Adrian Desmond's chest heaving with anger. He hadn't had much contact with women in his life, but none were as sharp-tongued and overbearing as Sienna Johnson, who spared men no dignity.
"I don't understand, why can't you ever be reasoned with? Why can't you show a little empathy for me?"
"..."
"...And why don't you reflect on yourself? If you were half as gentle and considerate as Melanie, we wouldn't be arguing all the time!"
Sienna's eyes suddenly reddened. Adrian's words were like a sharp knife piercing her chest. Her voice, no longer sharp, grew quieter.
"Adrian, if Miss Carpenter is so great, why don't you go live with her? If I'm so terrible, why won't you let me go?"
"..."
"Am I being unreasonable? I think you're the one who's unreasonable. Did I throw myself at you, or stop you from marrying your Fiancee? No! I just asked you to choose—if you want to marry Miss Carpenter, then let me go!"
"..."
