Matt was a smart man that was what got him this far in business, and although he had slacked a bit in his company, he still retained his senses.
One of those senses being how to neutralize a conflict.
He had never used this tactic in his love life, maybe because he never had to because Emily was sweet and kind.
But desperate times called for desperate measures.
Gently, Matt retreated and then bent down on one knee.
Emily wasn't prepared for what Matt did. She stepped back in defense, hand on the counter where the fruit cutter sat.
“What are you doing?”
Matt didn't say a word. His left knee bent over and then the right and soon, with his flaky eyesight, he lowered his head to her rug on the floor.
“Forgive me, Emily, for everything I've done.”
Matt Forrest knelt right in front of
