Clayton

• I will not marry you! Get that into your head! - I shouted at him.

Despite my screams, Clayton, with complete indifference in his eyes, quietly sipped whiskey from a glass.

-I hate you! - I blurt out.

At this point, apparently, my "fiancé's" patience ran out. He puts the glass with the finished whiskey on his desk and approaches me like an animal that has gone hunting.