"I promise I'm telling the truth. I wouldn't lie to you. If I ever did, I'd definitely die miserably," said Winston.
Millie turned her head and looked away, fiddling with her glass. She didn't believe Winston. She was past the stage in life where she was swayed into marriage by words.
"I did respond, but perhaps you weren't aware." Winston's affection was subtler than Millie's, which often led it to be overlooked.
"Stop making excuses. When you agreed to marry me, didn't you think you had to marry someone, so it didn't matter who? Winston, you can't hide your lies anymore."
Millie had another glass of strong wine. After six or seven glasses, her throat burned, but she enjoyed it. Getting drunk was rare, and it made her feel carefree.
"I just didn't realize it until later." Winston lowered his head. It dawned on him that he had fallen in love with Millie quite a while ago.
Men fall in love later than women, and that was true for Winston and Millie, despite him being two years old
