My Sweet Seduction

Marry Me

I LOOKED UP at him again and saw his pale eyes. While staring at me, the tightness in his jaws did

not let up.

“Forgive me if I hurt you before. Maybe I need to correct my mistakes so I can make the right decision

now. I don’t know how I can talk to him!” I cried.

He walked up to me slowly and pulled me closer to him, wrapping his arms around me. “Shh, don’t say

that. That’s fine. Just trust me.”

I sunk into his warmth hard chest. I closed my eyes and smelled his fragrant smell. His hugs still did not

change. It was still the same as before. I could feel the warmth of his body: the security and the

gentleness.

How could it be that I hadn’t seen his love before? Pure, unselfish, free, warm, cozy, and real.

“Talk to him. Lawrence is the type of man who will not give up easily. Just trust him.”

Maybe he was right. I have to trust and believe we can still fix this.

I slowly let go of him and wiped away the tears that dripped when he suddenly pulled my hand where

the ring Lawrence gave to me still wore in my fingers.

“Just believe you can fix this.” He twitched his brows and gently stroked the diamond ring I was

wearing. “The ring is beautiful,” he whispered.

I let out a smile before we were awakened by the footsteps that were coming.

Jocko peeked out the door as if surprised to see the two of us.

“Lawrence is here,” he said before turning his back on us.

My heart skipped a beat. I quickly looked up at Peter, who was already smiling at me. He stroked my

hair and nodded.

“Take this chance to talk to him. I know you both deserve to be happy. Everyone deserves to be happy,

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My lips twitched at what he said. Is this the Peter I left before? I don’t know why I still have the courage

to face him and stand in front of him after what I did to him. And he is still ready to help me.

“Thank you, Peter!” I hugged him tightly again. I also quickly touched him with a kiss on the cheek

which made him very red, and even scratched his neck.

I laughed at his reaction, so we decided to go back downstairs. There were more people when we went

down to the bar. The light is off, and the music is slow rock.

Peter and I returned to the table at the same time. He sits beside Brigette again.

I stepped aside from Cindy, who immediately whispered to me. “I called him; I said you are here.”

I shifted in my seat and caught a glimpse of Lawrence. He was leaning against his chair with so much

authority. Carrick was next to him as if entertaining the newcomers. But his attention is only on me.

He is wearing a gray polo shirt. Wet hair indicates that she had just gotten out of the shower. With his

brows furrowed and his stiff jaw packed with tiny stubbles, he looked so intimidating in his position. His

delicate, pointy lips were attractive and captivating, and that frown made my heart reach out.

I didn’t realize that I had been staring at him for so long. He arched his brows and nods toward the front

door. At that point, he stood up to leave the restaurant.

I felt Cindy bend over to me. “Talk to him,” she whispered to me.

I bent down and thought a few times about what to do until I decided to stand up to follow him outside.

I immediately found him leaning against his car. I slowly took a step toward his direction, and he turned

his gaze at me.

My heart was thumping wildly against my chest. I can’t explain how I felt after almost a week of not

seeing each other.

We were both silents. I also heard his deep sighed several times as he slammed into my side.

“How are you?” he started.

I closed my eyes and then shook. I heard his violent exhalation again in the chest before speaking.

“Let’s talk in some other place,” he said.

He turned around, and his car alarm beeped. He opened the door of his car for me, and I no longer

hesitated to ride and wear a seat belt.

My heart pounded as he rode and started the engine. I glanced at him. His eyes were still dark and

serious. I feel like I will burn if I keep looking, so my eyes fall on my lap.

We only traveled a few minutes to his hotel. Again we went inside to the upper floor until we reach the

rooftop. As usual, I was still chilled by the breeze. The night air is still incredible, as is the beautiful

scenery.

He guided me to sit on the bench that overlooks the beautiful city below. He gently pulled away from

me, so I shifted uncomfortably at my seat. I wish I could just ignore him. I should have shouted at him

earlier and hurt him, but I did not.

“Come here,” he whispered, then he pulled me closer to him.

Without hesitation, he hugged my waist and put his chin on my shoulder.

I gasped heavily. His arms were strong, and his chest was hard and firm. I feel like a child without a

fight if I try to get out of his embarrassment.

“I’ve missed you so much, Sweetie,” he said huskily. His lips touched my ear that made me shiver all

over my body.

“I just came to realize that I can’t live without you in my arms; that love does not require standards of

beauty and wealth. I choose to love you because you deserve to be loved,” he whispered.

He grabbed my hand and curled his fingers tight around my ring.

The humidity of my heart increases rapidly. I can no longer breathe properly.

He slowly traced my face that made me look up at him. His index fingers touched my lips as his gaze

dropped to it. My heart was pounding fast, and my breaths get deeper.

“Will you marry me tomorrow?”