Chapter 988 However, the thought quickly escaped her. She did not seem to have grasped it.
What was what? What did she miss?
However, this was unimportant. The most important thing was to get out of the basement.
Despite her confusion, she continued to search for switches in this wine cellar.
Guy, on the other hand, was disappointed when she rejected his jacket, even though it was awfully cold. 1 What did he do wrong? Why did Charmine always reject him?
Was it because he came too close to her after they fell down, that she kept her distance from him? Was she possibly upset that it was because his Grandma framed her?
With those thoughts in mind, he watched as Charmine looked around and suddenly made a very important decision.
After he took a deep breath and made a mental preparation, he said, "Ms...Ms. Jordan, Iâll be responsible to you."
Charmine, who diligently searched for a in every corner she could, was dumbfounded to hear his sudden confession.
She looked at him confusingly. "What are you saying?"
Guy's face flushed red. Luckily, the light was dim here and Charmine could not see it.
He clenched his sweaty hands, strangely so even though it was wintry cold.
He had lived for 29 years, and he had never been so strung up.
After being nervous for a long while, he finally had the courage to say, "My Grandma harmed you, and I saw things I shouldn't be seeing, just now..."
She was pressed on top of him when they fell. His face was even redder at the memory, and he was too embarrassed to say it out loud. 2 He could only look at her and say, "Don't worry, Iâll be responsible to you. I'll discuss it with Uncle Hugh right away and I'll marry you officially."
It was only then that realization dawned on her.
So, just because he had seen her clothes torn out and cushioned her when she fell, he felt obliged to be responsible to her?
Anthony was just like that.
Were men these days even more narrow-minded than her?
"Mr. Granger, you're thinking too much," she said patiently. "I don't need you to be responsible, and you don't have to feel guilty either."
"But..." Guy frowned.
He had never been so close to the opposite gender from a young age. To him, after so many intimate contacts, he must be responsible to this woman. 1 He looked at Charmine. "I should be responsible. Everything that happened today was caused by me. I'm willing to be responsible."
"But I'm not willing! This is a small accident, and there's no need to tie knots together out of a small accident.
Furthermore, you're the heir of the Granger family. Donât let this small thing determine your future happiness," asserted Charmine before walking away to another side and resumed her search for a switch. 1 Without her phone and even a good enough source of light, she could only search randomly.
Guy frowned. She thought he wanted to marry her merely out of a sense of responsibility?
This should not end this way.
Guy gazed at her from behind, her hair flowing as she exuded a very cold temperament. 1 This figure was somehow engraved in his heart.
Perhaps it was when she kicked the guards outside the gate. Perhaps it was when Charlie fell into his arms. Perhaps it was when he sat behind her in the motorbike and held on to her waist...
No matter what, it was not only the sense of responsibility.
He clenched his fists tightly and looked at her. "Charmine, I'm not trying to marry you out of these small incidents. I ..J truly admire you, Ms. Jordan, and I like you..."
He had to say this with the greatest courage he had ever mustered, and he dared not look at her face after proclaiming such bold words, head lowered as he did. 2 Charmine, who was still looking for a clue, suddenly jolted.