"BABE… babe… please, don't listen to her. I-I… I believe you, Babe. Y-you are Deshna, you're… you're not Portia, right, Babe? T-that's impossible, Baby… Baby, please listen to me, marry me, Babe, please."
Please lie for me, Babe. I'm begging you, I'm willing to listen to you even though I knew you're lying, King Luther begged silently. He was kneeling in front of his girl, he was trembling, his heart was beating fast, he never felt this kind of fear.
"She is just fooling you, Luther!" Shyrene cried out.
King Luther stood up angrily and glared at Shyrene, "What do you know about us?! Stop ruining me and my girl, Shyrene! Shut the hell up!" he shouted.
He turned to his girl lovingly and never let go of her hands, his girl's eyes do not have emotion making him more nervous.
"B-babe…" he
