Nolan Morrison finished speaking, and Matilda Jenkins was stunned.
She didn't struggle, nor did she move or speak, as if Nolan Morrison's words were a spell that froze her completely.
Yolanda Turner's anger was instantly stolen away by that sentence.
The words Nolan Morrison just said left her unresponsive for a while. Matilda Jenkins finally regained her senses and stuttered, "You... what did you say?"
Nolan Morrison encircled Matilda Jenkins' waist from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder, and kissed the tender skin behind her ear, "Let's get married."
Gulp... Matilda Jenkins swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
She trembled as she raised her hand and pinched herself; it hurt, really!
Nolan Morrison offered his wrist to Matilda Jenkins' lips: "You can bite it and see if it's real."
She touched her forehead, no fever, then reflexively touched Nolan Morrison's forehead, normal too.
She licked her lips: "Why are you... all of a... sudden..."
