"If I hadn't promised Roy to not pursue Nora for five years, she wouldn't be your wife today! She would have been Mrs. Stones already!"
Graham Stones squinted his eyes at Willy Smith. "When I first took a liking to her, you weren't even of age yet!"
"So what if you took a liking to me? I don't like you at all!"
Just as Willy Smith was about to open his mouth, the woman in his arms took a step ahead. "Graham Stones, I'm begging you, let me go, I really don't like you at all!"
Graham Stones: "..."
There was a time when so many women told him, I'm begging you, I can't live without you!
But now another woman, in response to his genuine feelings, five years of waiting, was begging him to let her go?
The once spirited Graham Stones suddenly felt like a deflated ball. Her disinterest didn't matter much, but those words, "let me go," were undoubtedly the greatest blow to any man!
"Nora..."
"Nora isn't for you to call. Please address her as Mrs. Smith!"
