Cedric's Confession

"No matter how close my sister is to me, I'm closet to my wife."

Cedric found that Isabella's wrist was a little red because of his excitement. So, he quickly loosened his grip and gently held her arm with his hands. A hint of expectation flashed in his eyes. "Isabella, marry me. I will give you happiness."

Completely stunned, Isabella looked at the gentle Cedric.

"I am sorry..."

Cedric pursed his lips and smiled unnaturally. "I know that you may feel that this is too sudden. I didn't want to tell you this early, but..."

Cedric looked at Isabella again. "But when I saw you dancing with another man just now, I felt that I had a strange feeling. I thought that it was called jealousy. I chose to say it now because I didn't want to see you have any intimate contact with another man. That will make me restless."

Isabella looked at Cedric's serious expression and felt a little conflicted. "But..."

"No buts. Aren't you here to get a husband?"