Stella Grace did not take the towel. "I don't want to get married."
"Hmm?" Jasper Milton paused for a while then said, "By the way."
He fished out a jewelry box from his pocket, got down on one knee, and opened it
to reveal a diamond ring.
"Stella, marry me," Jasper implored solemnly.
The light from the ceiling fell on his handsome face, encasing him in a charming halo.
The diamond ring was also very shiny.
Oh, how she wanted to accept it. She clenched her fists and squatted on the ground facing him.
Jasper noticed that something was off. "What's wrong?"
"Jasper, I think we're moving too fast. One month is not enough time for us to know each other. Also, every time I think of Timmy's death, I feel responsible. I want to help him find the murderer before considering other matters."
Jasper's eyes darkened. "Is that it, or is it that you just don't like me?"
