I Prefer a Slow-Paced Romance
“I gave you my heart. Shouldn’t you take responsibility for me?”
Carol quickly retorted, “But I gave you my body, and you didn’t take responsibility for me!”
“Then marry me. Let me be responsible for you forever.” Titus stared at her seriously and took a beige box from his pocket. Upon opening it, a pink laurel ring with a diamond lay within. “Marry me, Caroline.”
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On the way back, Carol purposely maintained a distance from Titus. She could feel the intense anger radiating from him that burned like an unyielding blaze.