"You really understand?" Anne Sutton looked at him in disbelief, her expression skeptical.
She was afraid that her rejection would make him overthink things.
Nathan Fawcett nodded. "Yeah. But I still want to ask... Anne, have you... ever considered marrying me? Or are you really planning to never get married?"
Anne Sutton looked at him, and seeing the hope in his eyes, she didn't know how to answer.
Seeing how pressured she looked, Nathan Fawcett said, "It's okay, I get it. By the way, last time I went to see my grandfather, he told me that before he passes, he wants to see us get married. He doesn't oppose us being together anymore! So, I was thinking... maybe we could settle on getting married. I was too hasty. I didn't consider your feelings."
"..." Listening to Nathan Fawcett, Anne Sutton said, "Maybe... it's just like Caleb Summers said. I just don't know what's good for me."
'Some words are harsh, but that doesn't necessarily make them untrue.'
