Byron Hallock started the car again, "Oh come on, you sound so good right now, but who knows when some little punk might just whisk you away."
"Dad..." Ivana pursed her lips, "What... what kind of boyfriend do you hope I would find?"
Byron smiled, "Little stinker, love isn't something where you just find what you want to find. Back then, I always thought I'd find a mild, obedient woman I could trust at home, and not worry about in public. But in the end, I found your mom, worrying about her every day. In this matter, I only have one requirement for your potential partner."
"What requirement?" Ivana pressed.
Byron turned towards her, looking at her lovingly, "You love him, and he loves you, and loves you more than you love him, madly loves you, loves you wholeheartedly. Even if I held a gun to his forehead and told him to either give up or die, he shouldn't blink, not hesitate even a bit."
