"Shall we go outside?" she suggested.
Walter Schmidt leaned down, pulled her into his arms, and whispered in her ear, "Just now, you were like a wife helping her husband get dressed..."
The word "wife" reached Emma Benson's ears, and she shuddered, gripping the collar of his shirt tightly, her voice slightly hoarse, "Heh, is that so?"
At that moment, her expression was very complicated. Thinking that one day Minnie Sutton would be the one helping him button his shirt made her feel as if there was a stone pressing on her heart, so suffocating that it was nearly unbearable.
She tried to take deep breaths, forcing herself not to think about it because she had already promised Walter that they would not worry about anything outside before the wedding. This time was only for the two of them!
He caressed her hair and lightly kissed her earlobe, his dark eyes faintly bloodshot. Suddenly, he cupped her face, looking very serious.
"Emma, will you be my wife?" he asked.
