Andrew's eyes continued to stick to Alveena's retreating back until she was no longer in his line of sight. He just rooted in his spot, subconsciously clenching her purse tightly in his hand. He heard Brandon calling Alveena his wife.
'Did she agree with marrying him? Did she agree to the arranged marriage set by her parents?' These questions started bugging Andrew.
He couldn't understand why he felt a pang of pain just thinking about Alveena getting married to someone. He was not supposed to feel this way.
'I should be happy for her. But why? Why do I feel like my heart is against this? I don't have the right to feel jealous of Brandon. Am I mad? Am I upset? I don't know what to feel anymore!'
Andrew marched back to his room, with his ugly expression. He slumped his body back to the bed, shutting his eyes close.
