"What?" Hearing the words in his ear, Charles almost thought he heard wrong and put down the bottle he was about to bring to his mouth.
Since she had already spoken the words in her heart, Margaret no longer hesitated. She stepped forward, her eyes staring straight into Charles' eyes. "Charles, you should understand my feelings. I love you, and I want you to become my husband."
Upon hearing this, Charles let out an inexplicable low chuckle, "This time you're really direct."
"Some opportunities are very precious and must be seized as much as possible." Margaret's eyes no longer held the shyness of a girl, only the desire for her goal.
She leaned in, both shoulders extended, ready to embrace Charles, but just as her fair, clean fingers were about to touch his body, Margaret felt something invisible binding her body.
"Let's just leave it be, it was possible before, but not now." Charles used those transparent tentacles to wrap Margaret, pushing her back to the cabin door.
