The next day at noon, Wendy had just finished lunch in the cafeteria when she got a text from Finch asking her to come outside. She found him waiting in the park where they used to meet.
Wendy had decided she needed to have a serious talk with him. If he was going to keep trying to control every aspect of her life and disrespect her opinions, then there was no point in continuing the relationship. When Finch saw her approaching, his face broke into his usual charming, gentlemanly smile.
"Wendy, I was worried you were so angry you wouldn't come." His tone was light, almost teasing, and the white puff of his breath condensed into a thin mist in the cold air. He reached out as if to adjust her scarf, but his hand froze in mid-air. He awkwardly scratched his head instead.
Then, he pulled a small jewelry box from the pocket of his down jacket and held it out to her. "Open it. See if you like it. Please don't be angry anymore. It was all my fault. Forgive me, okay? This is a peace offering." Finch's eyes were sincere, and for a moment, the gentle man she knew was back, admitting his faults.
Wendy's resolve wavered, and all the words she had prepared vanished into the wind. Seeing the hopeful look in his eyes, her heart softened. She decided to give them another chance. She took the jewelry box. And opened it. Inside was a diamond ring.
Wendy gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. In the next instant, Finch was down on one knee, his gaze fixed on her with deep affection. "Wendy, let's get married. Will you marry me?" She stared at him, this man who had recently made her feel suffocated, now looking at her with a love so intense it felt like it could drown her.
Wendy pulled back from his embrace and looked at the ring on her finger, then nodded. "Then from now on, we have to talk things out, not keep them bottled up. I want us to be honest with each other. And you can't control me like you used to. I'm your girlfriend, not your personal property. I have my own life and friends. You know everyone in my circle, so you can rest assured that what you're worried about will never happen."
Her words showed how much hope she still held for their relationship. A complex emotion flickered in Finch's eyes, but it was gone in an instant, replaced by his usual expression. He squeezed her hand and said firmly, "Okay, I promise. Whatever my wife says, goes."

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