Katarina glared at me with narrowed eyes. I held out a pacifying hand forward.
"Katarina, let's calm down and let me do this talkin—"
"Talking to her?"
Her cold voice cut off my words.
For some nagging reason, I felt the talk I was meaning wasn't going to be the same as hers.
"Kieran?"
After hesitating for a while, Katarina called my name as if urging me on.
"Yes. Talk."
"Right? As you said, if it's a misunderstanding, will it be resolved through dialogue?"
"Of course. Yes. I mean, we can always try."
I replied with a quick nod of my head. In my experience, if you hesitate at this point, you're screwed. And there is no need to hesitate because now there is nothing to hold back.
Katarina's expression relaxed a little, as if well satisfied with my quick response.
"I see now that you are a very jealous woman. They say one get frustrated of jealous women quickly… I will recommend fixing it quick."
Oh. Shit.
