Seeing her hurt expression, Henry Sullivan felt a bit guilty.
But he still said, "I'm thirty-seven this year. It's impossible for a man my age not to have a past. You should know this."
She looked up at him. Yes, she was only twenty-four and she already had a past, didn't she?
She could have boyfriends before, so why couldn't the older guy?
Besides, the older guy was honest. He clearly told her that marriage was a way to forget the past, right?
With this thought, she suddenly felt much more comfortable.
She nodded, "That's right. If you're thirty-seven and have no past, that would be abnormal.
Since you're so honest, I'll be honest too.
I have two reasons for marrying you.
The first is that I want to have a home of my own, a man's shoulder that belongs solely to me to lean on.
The second is that I like to marry early. Rather than meeting countless people in the vast crowd only to realize they're all wrong, it's better to marry when it feels right."
"Feels right?"
