Seeing my reaction, Shelton was a little surprised. And I was stunned for a moment. Realizing that what I had done just now wasn't appropriate, I quickly approached him, bowed my head, and said guiltily, "I sprained my ankle."
Even I wasn't convinced by my own lie.
Hearing my words, Shelton put his hands in his pocket and said gently, "Be careful."
After picking Glenn up, we went to have dinner. Over the dinner, Shelton seemed to behave himself and no longer did anything too intimate to me.
In the evening, after Glenn fell asleep, I lay restlessly in bed and heard that my cell phone rang.
I looked down and saw that it was a text from Shelton.
And the brief text read, "Come to my house."
After reading the text, I quickly put my cell phone aside, pretending that I had fallen asleep.
However, I received another text from Shelton soon, which read, "I know you didn't fall asleep. Didn't you sprain your ankle today? I'll help you to
check it out."
It seemed that Shelton could perfectly guess my thoughts every time.
Wearing thin leisure clothes, I shrouded myself with a knitted coat before opening the door.
The door of Shelton's house was half-open.
I pushed the door open and went in directly.
Inside the house, wearing neat clothes, Shelton sat on the sofa with a medicine kit and many new drugs on the tea table.
"Well, you are..."
"I am organizing the medicine kit and adding some standing medicine." As Shelton spoke, he took out a bottle of ointment from the medicine kit, patted the sofa next to him, and said, "Come on. Sit here."
"Okay."
I did as he said obediently.
Based on what Patrick had said, the way I thought it, there was a 90% probability that I would marry Shelton.
In that case, instead of resisting, I'd better accept it so that Shelton probably wouldn't hurt Glenn.
Shelton removed my slippers and checked my ankles respectively, saying, "It seems that you are fine."
"Yes." I nodded, "I got sprinkled slightly back then. You're too concerned about me."
Raising his head, he looked at me, "I will always put your business as top priorities. No matter how petty it is, I will prioritize it as well."
His words made me nervous.
I looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Shelton, do you... do you love me?"
Shelton was stunned by my question, looking frustrated, "It turns out that... I didn't express my love for you clearly, right? How come you need to ask me for confirmation?"
"How can it be? Shelton's love for me is so blatant."
"He is so good to me. If he doesn't love me, what else can it be?"
I hesitated for a moment before saying, "I just think that you are so good and so excellent. And I am not worthy of you at all. Moreover, I have Glenn by my side. I don't know why you love me instead." Tilting his head, Shelton looked at me and said word by word, "When it comes to loving someone, if there is a specific reason for it, it probably won't betrue love."
Hearing his words, I was nervous.
As he said this, I thought of Patrick.
What Shelton had said made sense. Recalling what Patrick had done before, I found that I couldn't find a valid ground for falling for him.
Even so, I fell for him.
Seeing that I didn't speak, Shelton held my hand and gently kissed it before saying, "I love you. There is no reason for it. But I know that you are the only one that I will love for the rest of my life."
"How can you be so sure?"
Hearing his words, I was guilty.
"Yes, I'm very sure." Shelton stood up, bent down to hold me in his arms, and whispered in my ear, "So, you have to marry me, please. And you can only marry me..."
As Shelton uttered the latter half of his sentence, he spoke quite softly.
But I heard his words clearly.
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