Maggie heard his question and stared back at his face with a seriousness she hardly showed. "Edgar, you may question my ability or my motivation, you might even doubt me as a person. However, I know my feelings and how I feel about you. Whether it is gratitude or something else, I know better. I know the difference." In truth, she was quite annoyed at him right now. Why was it that Edgar always had the ability to set her off with his stupid choice of words? She silently clenched her fists, trying to remain calm.
Edgar said nothing in reply. Instead, he turned his eyes from her serious face and stared into the blank space in front of the car. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife. Outside of the car, it was pitch black. They were both surrounded by a vast and silent darkness. Maggie looked away, as she felt like the immense blackness was swallowing her up like a gigantic monster.
Why didn't Edgar say anything more to her? In this dead silence, she started to feel awkward and uneasy. Maggie rolled her eyes uncomfortably, and her lips were still clamped tightly together. Finally, she cleared her throat and broke the silence with a moan. "What is your problem? Why don't you say anything anymore..."
"We can try," he interrupted her. Edgar's voice was strangely calm, as if he was talking about the weather.
"We?" Maggie murmured. She bit her bottom lip hard as she was utterly surprised to hear his suggestion.
Then she saw the deep look in his eyes. His face was full of sincerity as he said, "I am 12 years older than you. I used to have a girlfriend who I was in love with deeply. She was my first love. Well, I guess Cathy has told you about that." A glimpse of sadness briefly reflected in his eyes as he lowered his head and continued, "I can't say that I have forgotten her. But it is true we've had closure. I am over her now. Time heals everything. After all, so many years have passed." He paused for a moment, as if to think and then looked back into her eyes. "If you don't have a problem with my past, we can start dating and see how things go."
Maggie's eyes were wide open. She was totally overwhelmed by his words. "Do you really mean it?" Seeing him nod his head, she quickly added, "Of course, I don't mind." Molly happily married Brian and had given birth to three lovely children. Maggie always adored their happy married life. She couldn't care less about Edgar's past relationship with Molly. It was all history. She would never treat some imaginary threat with any seriousness. With a slight smile on her lips, she winked at him. "Edgar, you have to mean it. I don't want you to have to eat your words later on." Then she started to reach for her cellphone, thinking to record him on video as a proof. Her childish behavior amused him. Edgar looked at her with a fond grin as she desperately looked for her cellphone in the car. However, her phone was nowhere to be found. It was only then that Maggie realized that her phone was not with her at all this time. She groaned in frustration and gave him a desperate look. "Edgar, do you have your phone on you?"
"What do you want?" Edgar gave her a confused and apprehensive look.
"I need you to say it one more time while looking into the camera. I need to record you, otherwise you will say it never happened and it was all my imagination when I was drunk." Maggie's mouth pouted and her eyes were smiling.
Edgar briefly closed his eyes with a weary hand and groaned in frustration. "Maggie, you are so mischievous. Is that how you see me as a person?"
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