Chapter 17

Paris took a deep breath in and exhaled heavily ready to explain to Archer why she had run off yesterday.

"If you're not interested in marrying me," I understand Archer gazed at Paris eager for her to respond to him already.

"No, that's not the issue," Paris said alarmed as she looked at him. As their eyes met, she looked away from him.

Archer could see she was a very shy. Too shy that made him wonder if she had ever been with any man before.

"You see, the real reason why I left yesterday was because," Paris paused not completing her sentence. It was hard for her to tell him why, she felt ashamed informing him it was because of her image. The way she looks, unattractive, and that he was too good for her that's why she had to leave for she knew deep down that he would never marry her.

"Of what?" Archer was eager to know.

"Because I thought you'd never want me once you see me," Paris finally told him the truth squeezing her eyes closed tightly by her hard words.

"Why do you think