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"My father seems pretty taken with you."
Satoru's voice slurred. The two of you were kneeling inside the temple-mostly just you, since Satoru had an issue with staying still-after just praying.
Since your agreement, you and the ivory haired man have been spending time with each other as much as possible, selling the impression to his family that you two were growing fond of each other, falling for each other even.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't play coy with me, Ms. Tsuji." He drawled, and you shivered at his words, your mind racing at the realization that he might have seen what Mr. Seiji did in the garden. 'Does he know?'
"Commiting adultery before we even marry, how low." He tsk'd. Your head then snapped over to his direction.
"Adultery?"
"That berry seemed delightful. Too bad you couldn't get much of it over the taste of his thumb down your throat." He mocked.
"So... you saw that." Embarrased, you hung your head low, not wanting to meet his mocking gaze.
"It's disgusting, really, but I won't complain. This is good for us."
"How can this be good? Your father is clearly making advances at me. Going along with this wedding is hard enough, now I have to deal with him too." You cried out.
"It'll be our excuse, our scapegoat. My reason for not going on with the marriage. When the day finally comes and I run off, I'll leave a letter. One where I'll admit to knowing of my father's favor for you and how much it enraged me, therefore I left blah blah blah."
Your slightly irritated expression then contorted into one of resignation. "I see." You mumbled out. "Then I should be quiet and allow it?"
"For now."
You shot him a look of defiance, as you finally stood up from kneeling. "So I should just sit there while your father has his way with me. I can't-"
Satoru sighed, your clear distaste of his advice fueling his annoyance with you. "Quit worrying. I'll step in if things go too far. Just trust me and let the plan run its course. This will all go smoothly if you simply listen and do as you're told." With that, he adjusted his clothes and stepped off.
