Rachel raised her brows and handed him the bouquet. "Alright. you can have it."
Theo paused, and the expression on his face became a little more twisted. "Aren't you going to ask me who I'm getting married to?"
"You can get married to anyone you want." Rachel curled her lips into a smile. "As long as it's not me."
With that, she pushed him away and turned to leave.
She had just taken two steps when Theo grabbed hold of her arm. He furrowed his brows and fixated his intense stare on her. "Rachel, are you…are you really okay with the idea of me marrying someone else?"
Rachel raised her brows in amusement and turned to meet his gaze. "Well, I wasn't okay when you insisted on marrying Roanne, but what did that get me in the end? What difference does it make whether I'm okay with it or not?"
Theo fell silent upon hearing this. Then, he took a small step back, his eyes still fixated on her. "I know what I did wrong now, and I've been trying my best to make amends to you in hopes that you'll forgive me, but…"
He let out a sigh. "I never once thought that…you'd still be so angry at me for it."
Rachel curled her lips into a smirk when she saw this. "Theo."
She turned to face him fully. "I'm a doctor. Let me ask you this—do you know what's the one inevitable outcome of having someone injure you and then getting that wound stitched up?"
Theo furrowed his brows and shook his head.
"It's scarring." Rachel smirked and pointed at her chest. "The scar that you and Roanne left behind will never be erased, and even if I forgave you, it doesn't mean that I'll forget. Besides…"
She chuckled. "Since when did I even say I had forgiven you?"
With that, she circled past him and snatched the bouquet out of his hands, then hurled it straight toward the crowd of women who had gathered around them. "This bouquet ended up in my hands, and since I don't want to get married, nor do I want to see you get married, I shall give it to someone else."
With that, she turned and strode out the door.
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