Noble and proud as he is, is he actually scared? Scared that she wouldn't want to marry him?!
Her eyes fill with increasingly more tears, blurring her vision until she can barely make out his face, no option but to raise her hands to hold his face.
"No, no," she quickly shakes her head to clarify. Her watery eyes are turning red as if she's about to cry, yet a smile graces her lips, "What I mean is, we've already gotten our marriage certificate, why are you still asking me if I'm willing to marry you?"
Upon hearing this, his expression softens significantly and he noticeably breathes a sigh of relief. He holds her tight, pressing her body to his chest leaving no room in between.
"That doesn't count," his forehead rests against hers, his deep dark eyes filled with a gentle and soft gaze, "You didn't give your consent then, now, I cautiously…"
After saying this, he unexpectedly lets her go, and then drops to one knee.
