Ash looked at the pair of white and tender hands entwined on his lower abdomen, his eyes deep, "Isla, love is different from marriage, I don't want you to do something impulsive that makes you regret it."
Isla tightened her arms around his waist and said firmly, "I never do things that make me regret, from dating you to wanting to marry you, because I know what kind of person you are."
"I don't regret it." To put it another way, even if she regrets it, she has the capital to cover it. She won, and she can afford to lose. Isla, a sure win.
Ash's eyes flashed many changes and finally suppressed it with reason, "Isla, if you want to marry me because you are moved, then there is no need. You are Isla, and I will always treat you well."
"There are so many people who are good to me, they are all very good to me, but I have never thought of letting them marry me."
Ash pulled her hand away and turned around, lowering his eyes, "Isla..."
