"Mrs. Atlas Bennet. You can't borrow it, but I'll let you have it."
Lola blinked with slightly wide eyes, leaning back a little with his face so close to her. "Are you kidding me?"
"No, I'm serious," he uttered under his breath, his arms sprawling past her until his palm rested on the surface of the door. "You can claim it any day. Just let me know."
"..." Lola pursed her lips into a thin line, holding his gaze without looking away. "No, thank you. You were right, and I'm grateful that you've reminded me of my take on marriage. Even though it's not what I said directly, I don't want to take it lightly."
"And you assume I am taking this lightly — why?"
"Why?" she snorted, facing him squarely. "It's because…"
His brows rose as she trailed off, tilting his head slightly as he waited for her explanation. As for Lola, she furrowed her brows as she thought about it.
What made her think he wasn't being serious again?
That he was taking marriage lightly?
Right.
