Angelina tucked Emily into bed. She had to coax her into sleeping like a baby. When she came out of the room, she noticed Andrew was still sitting there, waiting for her to coax him.
Angelina sat next to him. She leaned forward and rested her chin on her hand. She looked at him quietly, as if waiting for him to break the silence.
Andrew was struggling to maintain an indifferent expression on his face as he was attacked by a heated gaze.
"How long will you remain silent? Why do I get the feeling you're throwing tantrums at me?" Angelina wondered.
Suddenly Andrew boldly traps Angelina against the sofa with his arms as he stares down at her.
"Angelina, tell me if I'm not capable of making a small space in your heart." Do all my efforts go in vain?" Andrew inquired, his voice sounded desperate.
Angelina looked him in the eyes and said, "What if I said Yes? Will you give up on me?"
