Being robbed of the glass for twice, Abigail got a little annoyed.
"Micah, give it back to me! Who are you to me? Just leave me alone."
Micah didn't say anything and didn't give the glass of wine to her. He ducked and held the glass.
Because his arms were longer than Abigail's, Abigail could not get it, which made her really angry.
"Micah, can you be reasonable? I've been chasing you for a year but you don't like me. Now I'm tired. Can you just leave me alone!?"
Her eyes were red, and her tears glistened in grievance.
"Miss Matthews, no, Abigail, I ..."
He looked straight into her eyes, and opened his mouth but did not say a word. However, his ears and cheeks quietly turned red.
"What?" Abigail questioned him.
He inhaled deeply. It was the first time in his life to do this kind of confession thing. And he was even more nervous than when he first operated on a surgery!
Abigail had no more patience, "If you don't wanna say it, just forget it. I won't disturb you, Mr. Micah."
She got up to leave and Micah grabbed her hand in a hurry, "Don't leave."
Breathing deeply once again, he simply drank the entire glass of red wine in one go to pluck up courage.
Because of the rush of drinking, he felt dizzy and seemed very brave.
"Abigail, I like you."
Abigail was slightly stunned and didn't realize what happened for a while.
Micah continued, "I was confused before. I never saw through my heart. When you left completely, I realized I couldn't forget you."
"I'm willing to marry you, but we can fall in love first and wait until the right time to discuss marriage. What do you think?"
Abigail stared at him blankly, thinking for a moment that the man in front of her was not Micah at all.
And the one sitting in front of her now was just a dummy.
This phrase had appeared in her beautiful dreams for nights.
Over countless nights, she woke up with a smile on her face, then closed eyes in sadness.
Now that she really heard these words, she was incomparably calm, and those feelings of anticipation she once had seem to be smoothed out by the disappointment over and over again.
In particular, it was ridiculous that Micah would even think about falling in love and getting married.
"Mr. Micah, are you kidding me?" She compressed her lips in bitterness.
Micah's cold face looked unusually serious, "No, I'm sincere."
Abigail sneered, "Is it because I've been pestering you for a year and now that I'm not chasing you anymore, you're suddenly not used to it?"
Micah didn't want to lie to her and nodded, "It's true that I'm not used to it, but I should have sensed my feelings for you long ago. My emotional intelligence is too low."
Abigail did not feel comforted by this comment, but only found it more ironic.
"When I liked you, you never took it serious. When I was determined to let you go completely, you came to tell me about this. And when you don't like me anymore and get tired of me, will you just force me to leave? What do you take me for?"
Her eyes were getting red, and she really felt humiliated, "Micah, although my family is not as rich and powerful as the Lloyd family, I, Abigail, am not so free to be trampled by you!"
Micah didn't even expect her reaction to be so strong, could it be that his indifference over the past year or so had really broken her heart?
"Abigail, I didn't mean it that way."
He was not good at explaining. Noticing that she was crying in grief and anger, he did not know how to comfort her.
He got a tissue in a muddle to help her wipe her tears, but he didn't control the strength, and inadvertently smudged her left eye line.
He withdrew his hand and looked at the masterpiece he had made, being timid.
Noticing his unusual gaze, Abigail seemed to realize something and hurriedly opened her bag and took out a mirror.
Although the eye line of her left eye wasn't smudged much, it ruined her entire delicate makeup.
Her anger peaked for a while, "Micah, are you sent to screw me? What did I do? It was too hard to chase you for a year. Now that I've realized my errors and mended my ways. But you're coming to make things difficult for me. What do you want?"
Micah froze and looked at his hands, "Sorry, I've never taken care of a girl before. I don't have much experience. Don't be angry. Things are not as serious as you think."
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