Marion was now convinced that these were a couple... or a former couple, and the man was trying to win back his woman.
She could clearly read his lips saying those words "I don't want to break up".
However, it seemed the woman replied that she no longer wanted to continue their relationship, and she begged him to stop chasing her.
"We've been together for almost eight years, Lisa. Why don't you want to consider our time together?" The man was still trying. He did not want to give up so easily.
The woman bit her lip frantically and shook her head many times. "I can't. I've been thinking about it for the past month. I feel like I don't know you at all. Our eight years together now feels like a lie ..."
"Lisa ... That's not a lie. Everything is real. My feelings for you, everything I do for you is sincere. My past life was the past. I told you everything because I wanted you to know everything about me before we get married." The man's voice began to sound hopeless.
"There will be no marriage ... Sorry, I can't do this."
"Lisa ... Please, reconsider. Please take as much time as possible. I'll wait. I don't mind waiting for you, no matter how long. I only love you ..."
"Sorry ..." The girl rubbed her wet eyes and tried to look strong. She touched the man's hand, kissed his cheek, then rose from her seat, walked out of the restaurant, and never looked back.
The man could not see it, but from Marion's position, she could see tears in her beautiful pair of eyes as she passed Marion's table and walked to the door.
The man got up and walked after her, but as he passed Marion's table, suddenly his hand was pulled by her. With a surprised face, he stopped and stared at Marion in surprise.
"Who are you?" he asked with a cold voice.
"Please sit." Marion stood up and kindly pressed the man's shoulder to sit next to her. "Don't chase her now. Give her time to think."
The man was about to refuse, but soon, he was surprised to find that his shoulders were pressed very firmly. From the outside, Marion was seen patting his shoulder softly, as if to a friend, but he could feel her enormous strength.
"What do you want?" he asked again.
"Uff ... love is a jerk. It can make a ruthless professional assassin into a crybaby who is chasing after a woman," Marion commented with a smile.
The man raised his eyebrows in surprise. He tried to study Marion and guess who this woman was. Why she had such strength and knew his identity in the past. This woman was definitely not a random guest in this hotel.
After making sure that the woman in front of him had no ill intentions toward him, the man finally relaxed his shoulders and sat down. Subconsciously he sighed.
"I love her," he said quietly. "I've never loved a woman like her."
Marion nodded. "I can see it. You were in a relationship for quite a long time, and when you wanted to marry her and tell her everything about you, she became frightened and shocked. She felt cheated because you were not what she had always thought."
"You're eavesdropping," the man said in an annoyed voice. "It is not nice."
"Hey, it's not my fault, okay. I'm good at lip-reading. If you don't want others to eavesdrop, why not just talk in the room?" Marion replied curtly.
The man shook his head slowly. "She only wanted to meet me in public places."
"Ouch ... that bad. She thought you would kill her if you two were alone? Wow ... that's too much. You better find another woman who will accept you for who you are," Marion commented. She signaled to the waiter to bring a bottle of wine for them both. "I will accompany you for a drink to ease your sadness. I happen to be bored."
The man frowned. "You still haven't told me who you are."
Marion smiled faintly and then tilted her head with a hilarious expression. "Me? I'm Marion."
"Do you know who I am?" the man asked attentively. For a moment, his attention was diverted.
Marion nodded, "How can I possibly not know Mischa Rhionen, one of the four leaders of RMI, and the former most feared killer from Rhionen Assassin that was disbanded a dozen years ago?"