Lincoln
Six months earlier...
“Are you serious? You asked Miss Anya to marry you?” Ian inquired the moment I went out of the room. I was already wearing my business attire and ready to leave for today's important business.
I ignored Ian's question by going to the full-length mirror to check myself. When I noticed that there was a single strand standing beside my already combed hair, I ran my hand to fix my hair. I checked myself for the last time and saw a scratch near my jaw down to my neck. I stared at it for the longest time and a smile creased on my lips when I remembered what Anya and I did last night together with her moan repeating in my head.
“I want an answer, not a smile,” Ian pressed, which my smile to vanquish as I looked at him from the mirror. “Is the rumor true? Your pro
