NovelEnglishChapter 303 "I'll keep that in mind," Brandon replied, still deadpan as ever.
I snorted, half in amusement and half in annoyance. I'm starting to understand why you were single for the better part of your life. You have such a... dry personality." "A dry personality? You think so, too?" Brandon asked softly.
I figured his intelligence failed him when it cto love. I gave an exasperated laugh. "What I'm saying is, you're so straight-laced that you don't really know how to talk to a woman, much less cajole her." He paused, then said, "To my understanding, cajoling implies a certain degree of manipulation." Another straight-laced, albeit unique, answer that leftspeechless. Before I could explain, he asked, "Is that what you want from me? Cajoling?" All women liked it when men indulged in their whims and cajoled them when necessary, but it had to be done out of love. Chris, for one, had done it out of manipulation.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"No, just stick to your methods," I said, burrowing into his embrace. "Your quirks are endearing." "Would you say yes if I proposed?" Brandon asked, suddenly steering the topic back to my accusation earlier. never considered it, and I was so stunned by his sudden question that I blurted instinctively, "I wouldn't know, seeing as you haven't proposed." As soon as I said this, Brandon grabbed my wrist and gently tugged my hand out from under the covers. He gently toyed with my fingers as he murmured, "Mae, will you marry me?" I giggled. "Is this your idea of a proposal?" "Yes and no," he replied. His vague answer madewant to punch him.
I never expected to be proposed to like this. I always thought Chris would be the one to propose tobut now, Brandon was lying next toand askingfor my hand.
It madethink of how Chris had invitedto the amusement park not too long ago. He had wanted to propose tothere, but I never went. The set-up was later photographed and put up on the internet. The netizens brushed it off as an amusement park event, but I knew Chris had set it up to propose to me.
"You must think I'm really gullible if you believe you could winover so easily," I drawled.
"You didn't even get a ring or flowers ready. Where's the grand, romantic gesture-"I was cut off when Brandon lifted my hand, and my gaze fell on the fingers he had been toying with earlier.
I stared at the shimmering gold band that now adorned my slender ring finger. My eyes darted to Brandon in alarm, then back at the ring on my finger. I swore he did not just slip that ring on, which meant... "I put it on last night. I asked you if I could put it on for you, and you nodded," Brandon confessed, finishing my train of thought and leavingspeechless.
"That doesn't count as a proposal, Brandon! It's not fair for you to pull something like that while I was asleep!" I protested, hitting his shoulder.
"I know, so I figured I could ask you now." His thumb grazed the ring on my finger. "Will you marry me?" Straight-laced, sweet-talking blockhead.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIf I said yes immediately, I might look desperate. As such, I grimaced at the ring he had sneakily slipped onto my finger and groused, "Con, Brandon, are you seriously proposing towith this old thing? Did you dig it out from your family's antique collection or something?" Brandon was silent for a few seconds. He then said, "Yes. The ring was my mother's. She toldto save it for the woman I'd marry." I froze. Guilt crashed overas I said, "I'm sorry. I was joking. The ring is just a little-" "It's fine," he interrupted. "Think of it as a gift from my mom. I have another ring prepared." I let out a breath of relief. "In that case, I'll say yes after you givethe ring." "So it's a tentative yes?" Brandon asked, chuckling.
I pouted. I wanted to say no, but I didn't want him to take it the wrong way. So I huffed and snapped, "I'm not giving you an answer. I can't until you givethe ring!" "Stubborn, wicked thing." He lowered his head and kissedafter chiding me.
I was losing myself in the kiss when Brandon's phone rang Hele rang He letgo, much to my dismay, and his En breathing was rough. My face was flushed, and I half-rasped, "Answer the call."
He caressed my face and reached for his phone on the nightstand. When he saw the caller ID, he did not pick
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