[CAIUS POV]
That was not what I wanted to say, but somehow, when faced with Iris's ire and the unsuspecting temptation of her warm, wet body, I could not keep myself calm and composed to reply in a dignified manner.
Instinctively, my sarcasm reared its head, followed by my wrath. But Iris wasn't the same meek girl who ducked her head, trying to avoid my anger. Instead, she stomped towards me and jabbed a finger straight at my chest, her eyes blazing with righteous anger.
"Oh, my sincerest apology that my heat came at such an inconvenient time!" She scoffed. "It wasn't as though I enjoyed nearly dying and being made the butt of the joke by your fiancée. If anything, you should blame it on her― she was the one who stuffed me in a white dress and dragged me into the wedding hall after beating me up. If she had just left me alone in the infirmary, your wedding would have proceeded as planned, and you could be happily kissing her right now instead of picking a fight with me!"
