"If they really don't agree, I won't marry you."
Upon hearing her words, William Griffith couldn't help but be taken aback, looking at her even more cautiously, as if warning Cherish Turner not to say anything he didn't want to hear.
Cherish, however, gently touched his cheek, her fingers dancing on his skin, her gaze serious as never before. Noticing the caution in William's eyes, she smiled and said in the softest voice, "I won't marry you, but, I won't leave you either."
Her eyes seemed to sparkle even in the darkness of night, a brightness that left William unable to look away.
"Hmm, sticking with you without a title...I'm just afraid that you'll grow tired of me first, and then what will I do?"
Her words held a hint of bitterness that only Cherish herself knew. It turned out that her feelings for him had grown this deep already.