Young Mr. Quinn watched Daisy Chapman pour the water and sighed inwardly in frustration.
'She really can't compare to Anna. So classless.'
'I'm proposing to her, at a moment so full of ceremony and meaning, and all she can think about is drinking water?'
Young Mr. Quinn frowned, suppressing the flicker of displeasure in his heart. He smiled. "Daffy, of course it's real. To me, you're more important than my own life."
After pouring the water, Daisy Chapman didn't drink it.
She looked at Young Mr. Quinn and let out a slightly mocking laugh. "Then would you die for me?"
The smile on Young Mr. Quinn's face suddenly froze. "Daffy, why are you suddenly saying things like that?"
Daisy Chapman looked down at the ring, a playful smirk on her face. "Was this ring really custom-ordered for me six months in advance?"
"Yes." Young Mr. Quinn took Daisy Chapman's hand again. "Are you doubting my sincerity?"
"Then try putting it on me."
