Chapter Fifty

Nala.

I took another swallow of ginger ale to prevent myself from gagging. I had been touched when i had realized that he had brought me the crackers and soda, but I was much less impressed now that i realized he was just using it as an opportunity to try to goad me into agreeing to marry him.

“I don’t understand why you are the one pushing for marriage,” i said when I was certain i wasn’t going to be sick all over the floral duvet. “Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”

A short, derisive laugh escaped his lips. “Perhaps traditionally, but then this is hardly a traditional situation. In this case, it's different.”

“You may not want to be married to me, and frankly, I don’t want to be married at all,” he said. “But you can’t deny that it makes sense.”

“I just don’t like the idea of it.”

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Jordan

“Of marriage without love?” i knew that most women would reject the idea, at least outwardly, even if their motive for marriage was truly money or status and not finer feelings at all.