"So, Chelsea Carlson, do you want to be my bride?"
Chelsea's legs staggered out of shock. She knew that Vincent would propose to her tonight, but she only expected him to make her a girlfriend or a fiancé at best.
But he seemed so impatient and in love with her that he couldn't wait a little longer to marry her.
"V—Vincent, this is too sudden…." Chelsea said. Though she already knew her answer. She just wanted to make it seem difficult for her to accept so Vincent knew how expensive she was as a woman. "I—I don't know, this scares me…."
Vincent wanted to laugh at Chelsea's bad acting. She might say that she was hesitant and scared. But the greediness in her eyes, combined with her body trembling with excitement, was enough for Vincent to know how excited she was.
But he had to play along to convince her further that he was serious about this whole thing.
Vincent looked sad. There was a worry in his eyes, which excited Chelsea even more.
