Her palms felt hot, and her body trembled slightly with unease. She couldn't grasp the situation and felt a wave of anxiety wash over her.
After a long while, her racing heart finally began to calm down. She spoke slowly, word by word, “Why do you want to marry me?”
She wasn’t a naive eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl lost in a fairy tale romance.
He was powerful and wealthy, commanding respect in Springfield City, while she was just an ordinary schoolteacher. They had only met five or six times. The only time they had a deep conversation was that night when they both got drunk and ended up in bed together.
Was that enough for him to become infatuated with her body? Absolutely not. The thought was almost laughable!
So why did he want to marry her? After a brief silence of several sec
