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“People, we all have to endure some grievances. Think about it, no matter how big the pain is, I can handle it. This little emotional turmoil, it’s nothing, right?”
Jeremiah didn’t answer, his gaze turned towards me burning hot.
For a while.
He whispered hoarsely, “Paulette.”
“Huh?”
Paulette turned around and happened to bump into his deep, ocean–like
eyes.
She heard him say, “Marry me, okay?”
…
Paulette paused, her big eyes filled with surprise… Didn’t they already reach an agreement earlier? Why, all of a sudden, getting so formal?
Jeremiah didn’t hear her answer, he tightened his grip on her hand and repeated word for word, “Marry me, I won’t let you suffer any grievances, I swear by my life, by my name.”
God knows, when he saw her cry, he felt like his heart was breaking, he just wanted to pull out the man who made her cry and give him a beating.
But he didn’t.
Because he knew, she didn’t like it.
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Paulette was so stunned that she forgot to blink, her hair floating on her face from the wind was a bit itchy. She was only brought back to reality when she asked softly, “Mr. Swanson, are you… proposing to me?”
Without waiting for Jeremiah to answer, she said, “I’m in.”
Jeremiah didn’t just casually propose, but when the girl finally said yes, his heart felt like a volcano erupting with passion and heat.
He lowered his gaze, blocking the tremble in his eyes.
For a while, he gently reached out and pulled Paulette into his arms.
“Paula.”
“Huh?”
“Paulette.”
“What’s up?”
Jeremiah chuckled softly and didn’t say anything more.
He couldn’t express how grateful he was for the opportunity she gave him, just like he couldn’t describe the complicated feelings he has now.
We hugged quietly for a while, then a gust of wind came and Paulette couldn’t help but sneeze.
Jeremiah quickly let go, took off his clothes and put them on her, took her hand, “Let’s go home.”
At nine o’clock in the evening, most of the shops were still open, the city lit up by neon lights was beautiful, and the winter cold seemed to have been diluted a lot.
Passing by a cake shop, Paulette suddenly sat up.
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“Wait a minute!”
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Jeremiah didn’t know why, but he still parked the car on the side of the road.
Paulette unbuckled her seatbelt and handed her coat over to him, “Wait for me in the car, I’ll be right back!”
Jeremiah glanced through the window and saw some fancy cakes in the bakery display, they looked nice but tasted… too sweet.
He raised his hand, pinched his brow, and chuckled helplessly.
“Buy a cake?”
Paulette squinted her eyes, smiled, nodded, and said, “Hmm, I bought blueberry flavor, don’t you like it?”
Jeremiah kept smiling, “Yeah, I really like it.”
“I went to buy it for you!”
Paulette got out of the car, her breath spraying shapes in the cold air, and quickly ran into the cake shop.
Jeremiah never took his eyes off her, from entering, choosing, paying, to taking the cake from the waiter’s hands. Along the way, she would occasionally look up and glance outside, as if worried he was waiting too long, politely reminding the waiter to hurry up.
Three minutes later, Paulette returned to the car.
She rubbed her hands and said with a smile, “Let’s go, you drive, I’ll feed you.”
Jeremiah never had this experience, or, in other words, never even dared to think about it in the past.
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He started the engine, with a faint anticipation that made him unable to stop glancing sideways.
I turned two intersections and there was a red light ahead.
The car had just parked when the girl next to it dug out a piece of cake with a spoon. She held it out with one hand and said with a bright smile, “Mr. Swanson, ah, your favorite cake is here.”
In Jeremiah’s eyes, she was the only thing that mattered, whether the cake was good or not was no longer important.
I didn’t like many things before.
But there could be many in the future.
His lips moved, he raised his hand with prominent veins, grabbed her wrist and put it in his mouth. Paulette raised her eyebrows and looked at him eating with a sense of inexplicable accomplishment, couldn’t help but
smile.
The sweet sensation spread on the tip of the tongue, Jeremiah’s mouth curled up, and he said in a low voice, “Thanks for the cake, Ms. Davenport.”
Because of that simple proposal, it feels like something has changed between the two of them.
That kind of substantial yet indescribable chemical reaction, ambiguous and sticky.
I got home and ate about half of the four–inch cake.
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