C44 Cold shoulder

TYBERIAS' POV

I repeatedly punched the punching bag in front of me repeatedly, imagining it was Aleksei's face.

It had been about a week since Juliana agreed for me to marry Mila and ever since then she had barely uttered a word to me. She had even moved to a separate room to sleep in, which had led to restless nights for me. Every time I try to talk to her