As soon as Grayson Forrest finished speaking, Matilda paused and looked at him: "What did you say?"
"Was I unclear? I said it's okay; I'll marry you."
Matilda's tear-filled eyes overwhelmed her, "I… I'm no longer qualified."
"To me, such things have never mattered.
What matters to me is how I feel about you.
If you feel the same way about me, then I'll marry you.
Instead of marrying someone you don't love and spending a lifetime in misery,
why not choose someone who can truly understand and cherish you for a lifetime?"
Grayson pulled her into an embrace: "This isn't your fault; it's mine.
I didn't see the note you left me in time.
It's my fault—I liked you but was too uncertain about your feelings to confess mine.
Things have already reached this point now.
I don't want my indecisiveness to make me miss out on you again. I'll marry you."
Matilda nodded hard, "I'm willing, I'm willing."
