David Redington's large hand firmly cupped the back of Leslie Howard's head.
He lowered his head, pressing his forehead to hers, waiting for a response from the woman in his arms.
As for Leslie Howard, she seemed a little dazed, clearly not having processed what had just happened.
She only lifted her chin slightly, staring blankly at the man in front of her.
Staring at his handsome face so close, after a few seconds, she asked in disbelief in a voice so soft it was almost inaudible: "What did you just... say?"
David Redington smirked, gently ruffling her black hair: "I said, I don't care if you're scheming or if you deliberately manipulated me. I want to marry you, so that for the rest of your life, you can only torment me alone."
Leslie Howard: "..."
It wasn't the kind of confession filled with clichés that seemed pale and powerless.
Nor was it the old-fashioned promises that sounded like child's play.
