Ferdinand nervously met her gaze, and Arabella did as well.
She was relieved to see he had calmed down and was looking at her with a softer gaze.
'How can I get so scared with him getting just a little bit angry?'
Still, it did not feel good being on the receiving end of his anger.
"Arabella, I'm really sorry.
I didn't mean to raise my voice at you.
I just don't like it when you talk about your own death so easily," Ferdinand said with a saddened expression.
"Is that what made you angry?" Arabella blinked twice.
She thought it was because she was being stubborn about wanting to go to Sibruh.
"Yes. When you speak like that about your own death, it's as if you're ready to die anytime and leave me all alone. I don't even want to think about your death at all," Ferdinand explained himself.
"I see. I'm sorry. I won't do it again," Arabella promised.
'I should have been more considerate of his feelings.'
