"Of course, I will." Her mother looked at Harry and mischievously smiled. "Harry is a handsome man, isn't he?"
"Mom…" Tanya glared. Yep, she was starting. Her mother was definitely starting it.
"I dare you to marry him."
Everyone in the room was too stunned to speak.
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"Your mother…"
Tanya waved her hand. "Yeah. Yeah. Sorry for that."
"No. No. No. That's not what I meant. Honestly, she was fun to be with!" Harry said, clearing the slight misinterpretation.
"Mhm. My dad is a jealous guy, you better give up."
"What?!" Harry halted from walking and raised his left eyebrow. "What the hell are you thinking?"
Tanya chuckled and looked in his direction. "I was just joking!"
"Well, it's not a good joke Tanya!" Harry seriously stared at her which made her slightly nervous.
"I- I'm sorry?"
"No. No need. I know it, Tanya. I know I've told you many times that I like you, right? And I know you've expressed a thousand times that you dislike me."
Tanya was taken aback. "What?"
