"Fool." Henry Moreland gently pulled Emma Cooper into his arms, "My intention is obvious, I want to marry you, simply because I want to, not because of anyone else."
Tears silently slid down Emma Cooper's delicate and soft cheeks, "Can I interpret this as you falling in love with me?"
"Of course." Henry Moreland kissed her hair, "That's exactly what I meant."
"I love you too." Emma Cooper buried her face in Henry Moreland's neck, her tears dampening his skin, "Love you dearly..."
Finally, Emma Cooper cooked another bowl of noodles.
Watching the man she loved eat the noodles she cooked heartily, her heart was filled with a sense of happiness.
That night, she and Henry Moreland stayed up almost all night, talking about many things, seemingly making up for all the words they hadn't spoken in the past years.
In the latter half of the night, unable to resist, they made love twice more, and by the end, dawn was nearly breaking.
