“O you insufferable man!” She hollered, snatching the box. “Why does this amuse you? This is not amusing!”
With barely checked frustration she glared into his laughing eyes. This was all a game to him and he was playing with her, playing with the invalid. Was he that heartless? Did he like to tug the heartstrings of unfortunate girls just to watch their torment?
“Open it,” he ordered, laughter in his voice.
In response, she growled back, her fingers prying at the lid of the small velvet box, “As you wish. Gladly.” (c) Gwenn Wright 2010