He was feeling lost and helpless like never before. He did not know what to do to talk her out of it, or how to get through to her.
Wordless, he quietly stood opposite her with a distance of several paces between them. The distance was neither long nor short. He could see her face clearly, and she could see his as well...
"I..." Charlie paused momentarily. "I can kneel before you if that's what it takes to get you to stay."
Men do not bend their knees easily, but in these circumstances, his dignity meant nothing to him, and neither did his career. She was the only one that mattered!
Grace gazed at his face but made no response.
His inscrutable face gave little away.
But Charlie knitted his brows at the sight of her inaction. Without any hesitation, he bent his knees and really knelt down on the floor.
This time Grace was really transfixed with shock, her pen poised above the paper.
If she had been oblivious of Charlie's anxiety previous to this day, she was fully aware of it now.
"You once said men do not bend their knees easily and that you would kneel before nobody but your parents. What's this about?" Grace wrenched her mind back to the present, subdued her shock and stopped her chest from heaving.
"I have no other way. I can do this if it's what it takes to get you to change your mind. I totally can!" Charlie's face was unabashed. There was no embarrassment on it whatsoever.
Tightening her grip on her pen, her lips dry, Grace said, "Stand up."
"Would you please tell me your true thoughts and give me an answer?" Charlie looked eager and urgent. "Was there a moment when you felt touched by my actions and wanted to forgive me?"
"Get to your feet," Grace said instead of answering his question.
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