“Thank you,” Arielle choked.
“Why are you crying?” Vinson stood up uncertainly as he leaned over and wiped her eyes.
“I'm not,” Arielle said with a shake of her head. “I'm just happy. Thank you.”
Vinson sighed. “If I knew you were going to cry, I wouldn't have done this.”
I only wanted to see her smile. Not her tears.
Arielle's fingers tensed up at his words before slackening. She felt the toughness of her heart give way as it was being filled with something soft and warm.
“Vinson, though you have plenty of issues”—
Arielle hiccupped—’’you're a good man after all.”
“Are you praising or insulting me?” Vinson frowned.
“It's a compliment. Take it.” Arielle wiped her tears and looked at him seriously. “Whoever marries you in the future will be very lucky.”
“Are you referring to yourself?” Vinson gazed at her.
Arielle forgot that she was already married to him.
“It's a sham marriage. We're going to be separated sooner or later. I'm referring to the person who will marry you for real in the future,” Arielle mumbled, feeling reluctant for reasons unknown to her.
“We don't have to get divorced,” Vinson said
suddenly.
“What?” Arielle exclaimed.
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