With eyes reddened, she stared at the flowers, the ring, and the man's handsome, gentle face before her. Unable to hold it back, tears surged forth.
"I do, of course I do..." She covered her mouth, nodding vigorously.
She had always dreamed of becoming his wife, ever since she was young. How could she not want to marry him? It was just that everything happened so suddenly, catching her off guard, leaving her momentarily unable to respond.
Morgan Benson smiled warmly, holding her arm, gently pulling her hand down and clasping it tightly in his palm before slipping the diamond ring onto her finger.
After putting it on, he stood up, gazing at her slender, fair ring finger and said, "Time was short, so I'm not sure if you like this style. If you don't, I'll have the designer customize a new one..."
