Chris takes a few seconds on this. “I don’t know,” he says. Somehow, he sheds a few tears. Kate sheds a few tears herself.
“Well, then,” Kate says. “You might need more than six months to figure things out. It’s two more months to go and you’re nowhere near ready. You want to marry me, that much I know. But see, the reason you’re so keen to marry me is because you put me in the category of Alpequa’s wife whose heart and feelings you can disregard and ignore and bribe with expensive travels or jewelleries you forgot I’m already rich.”
“Kate, please,” Chris begs, doesn’t exactly know what he’s begging for.
“No, Chris, please,” Kate begs, knows exactly what she’s begging for. “I can’t marry you when you still put another woman on a pedestal and me somewhere in a tick box. I deserve better
