"Quentin Grant, tell me what I have to do for you to revoke this decision."
He glanced at her. "Look at you, scared stiff. Is marrying me that terrifying?"
Nora Ainsworth spoke slowly, "I'd rather die than marry you."
His face grew exceptionally cold. He pressed his lips together, saying nothing for a long moment.
In the silence, Nora Ainsworth stood there feeling as if she were suffering death by a thousand cuts.
"Very good." The two words escaped his lips. "You're the first woman unwilling to marry me, and you will be the last. Since that's the case, kneel."
THUD. Nora Ainsworth knelt, her back ramrod straight.
Seeing this, a cold sneer flickered in Quentin Grant's eyes. "Such sincerity. In that case, I won't force you to marry me. I was only kidding, anyway. I can't believe you actually took me seriously."
Things were back to where they started. Nora Ainsworth felt he had played her for a fool yet again.
But she didn't dare say another word.
