Chapter 235

　　Louisa's POV 　　"I'm paying for a dress to make you happy," Lucas said. "Is that a crime?" 　　"It's a wedding dress, Lucas," I said. 　　"I like you best when you're not wearing anything," Lucas said. "Long skirt, short skirt, they all look the same to me." 　　"Lucas, you don't have to buy me a wedding dress if you don't want to get married to me. I don't need your sympathy. I'll find someone who loves me and wants to get married to me. If he's poor, I'll buy a few yards of cheap cloth and sew my own wedding dress. Then, I'll cook and give him a family," I said. 　　"You're not going to get married to anyone, woman. That's not going to happen. You're mine. You'll die with me in a fucking pit." He sounded very irritated even in a cold voice. 　　"Fuck, woman. I've already put a fucking ring on you and I'm paying for your wedding dress. What else do you want me to say?" 　　"Tell me that you love me. Tell me that you want nobody else but me to be your wife," I said. 　　"I can't tell you that," he