Lilian stared at Morrison for a long time before finally handing his phone back to him. She forced a smile, her tone light and offhand.
"You don't need to marry me just to take responsibility. You can't possibly marry every woman you've slept with... right?"
She knew he was thinking about her brother Dave. About the ties between the Morrison and Washington families. In his mind, touching her came with consequences—marriage being one of them.
But she had never longed for marriage to begin with. Especially not one that came from guilt or obligation.
In a single sentence, she shattered whatever warmth remained in the air between them. Morrison's good mood instantly vanished, leaving only anger behind.
He had meant it—his proposal, his intention to move forward with her. But in return, she told him not to bother.
Suppressing the storm inside him, he asked, "So what now?"
Lilian looked up at him, her voice barely audible. "So… let's just pretend none of this ever happened."
