Angela Linton's eyelashes fluttered twice, and she hesitantly said, "Not scared, just... a bit surprised."
"As long as you weren't scared." Kevin Sheffield said, "You are my fiancée."
"..."
Angela felt he suddenly unlocked some inner energy, not only talking more but also bringing up topics that made one blush and one's heart race.
Just two months ago, when discussing the arranged marriage, he said she could find another man, as long as she kept it hidden.
Silence ensued.
Kevin Sheffield closed the book, raised his eyes to look directly at Angela Linton. He stood up, his tall figure blocking the sunlight, and walked to her.
Angela's heart skipped a beat momentarily, her fingers curled slightly around the magazine, and she raised her chin calmly.
"What are you doing?"
Kevin didn't answer immediately but knelt on one knee before her, this position restrained his usual intimidating aura, so his gaze was level with hers.
