"You're not mad, are you?" Jonah asked."No," I replied."In that case, will you be my wife?""Why didn't you tell me back then that you were the one who first found me?""You said you hated me and that I annoyed you, so you told me to stay as far away as possible," he muttered in a sulky voice. "Was I really that unbearable?"I couldn't help but picture him as he was back then—tall, a basketball lover, his skin tanned dark by the sun. He was handsome, but with that goofy grin, he wasn't exactly my type at the time.Back then, I liked quiet, gentle men like the younger Rylan. It seemed that one truly couldn't judge a book by its cover.The man who'd seemed unreliable turned out to be deeply devoted, while the gentle, refined man ended up being quite the womanizer."Honestly… you weren't that annoying. I'm really sorry, Jonah.""You don't have to apologize, Maeve," he said softly."Could you say it again? The words you said when you tried to win me over."Jonah shifted, a lit
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