Wayne Bailey picked up the ring, washed it in clear water, and wiped it dry with a napkin.
"Marry me."
He knelt down on one knee, handsome and arrogant, like the most gentlemanly prince.
"Why won't you marry me if I don't marry you? Why do you like me if I say I hate you? I'm alive now, why don't you go die?"
Wayne Bailey frowned slightly, a warning light in his eyes—
Anna Jadwin, your full romantic service is over. It's best to size up the situation and back off while you can.
A glass of water suddenly splashed on his handsome face...
Women hissed.
Anna Jadwin held the empty glass: "You look so ugly when you pester me."
Wayne Bailey's face was cold, and his chiseled handsome face was dripping with water.
"You're 28, right? I can't believe I'm your first love." Anna Jadwin stood up slowly, overlooking him, "You know why no woman wants you? Even I can dump you?"
"..."
