He had no right to marry her, no right to propose to her, and not even the right to say—"I love you."
Raphael Bailey struggled to lift a smile at the corners of his mouth, his eyes bright and shiny.
Even if it was fake, he had completed a grand and beautiful dream.
Anna Jadwin covered her lips with one hand, looking at Raphael Bailey's meticulously combed hair and his neat, clean suit. The gesture of the proposal was very elegant; he must have practiced it many times.
Her heart was shaken and distressed, feeling immensely cruel.
The two gazed at each other for a long time, their eyes complex, both in pain!
The room was filled with the scent of tears—
"Marry me, please, no matter who you are…" Raphael Bailey took out the ring, completing the final ritual.
He had fantasized about this moment for many years.
He had also prepared the ring for a long time, imagining the scene of her wearing it over and over, even seeing it in his dreams.
