Just a few simple words, but they landed like a clap of thunder on a clear day. In an instant, the two of them, who had been arguing just moments ago, fell into a dead silence.
Timothy York was waiting for her answer.
But Summer Thorne was completely dumbfounded, unable to come to her senses for a long time.
She stared blankly at Timothy York, her thoughts a tangled mess. She couldn't grasp a single coherent thread.
Summer Thorne knew she couldn't keep silent. She had to say something, had to grasp onto something to give him a response.
But the more she tried to grasp for something, the more futile it was. In the end, her mind remained a chaotic mess, and when she finally spoke, she could only manage to say one word—
"Why?"
Hearing her question, Timothy York lowered his gaze and smiled. "Why else? When a couple reaches a certain point, isn't marriage the next step?"
