"Marry me." He simply uttered these words, almost like a whisper.
The tone was full of command.
"..." Marriage?
Eva Nightingale felt for a moment that her brain had short-circuited. She had just come out of the civil affairs bureau, and now he was dragging her back to get married again?
"No."
She looked at him, her tone full of refusal. Why should she marry or divorce at his whim?
No? His face instantly turned cold. She didn't want him anymore; his Eva didn't want him anymore!
"What will it take for you to agree?"
"Hmm?" She pouted, puzzled about what he wanted.
"I'll say it again, marry me."
Eva: "..." What exactly does he want? Is he not done infuriating her yet?
"I'm not willing to."
"I will make you willing." As he spoke, he lifted her chin and commanded, "Woman, remember, from now on, I am your man. You must not get close to other men."
She was quite capable.
Did he think it was so easy to get away with those little buns?
It's not that simple, is it?
