His large hand pressed against her back; he kissed her briefly and then tried to pull away.
"Norton, you said you would marry me, so why can't we live together and share a room?…"
Fiona Schmidt clung to him, her lips brushing against his as she spoke urgently, her face filled with tension, pressing him down firmly.
The man held himself up, trying to prevent her from getting hurt, allowing her to pull him down but supporting her with his arms so she wouldn't be crushed.
He lowered his head, his face mere inches from hers, brushing the hair on her forehead. "It's because I want to marry you that I cherish you and don't want anyone speaking ill of you behind your back..."
Norton Abyss understood her meaning, aware she was referring to their recent lack of closeness.
"I don't care!…" Fiona's face was serious. "Even if we don't have a marriage agreement or even don't get married, I wouldn't mind living together with you, no matter what others say!"
