(Brianna's POV)
I waited until almost midnight just to talk to him. And when I stood outside the bar, he approached me in his casual clothes. As usual, he had good taste in his appearance. That's why, Fythe came up with the bright idea of making him my husband.
Well, I hope he'll accept it. So that I wouldn't be slapped by embarrassment.
"Did I keep you waiting long?" he asked with a bright smile.
"That's not important. We should go to your apartment right away," I said.
He looked at me suspiciously. "My apartment? What for? Didn't you dislike it last time?"
I cast my gaze around. I couldn't ask him to talk about something this important in a restaurant, because I was afraid my family or Garth would hire someone to snoop on me. I couldn't take him home either, so the safest place was
