Ông Bradford, “cô nói.” Tôi sẽ không cầu hôn bạn. “Sự lấp lánh trong đôi mắt của ông Bradford mờ dần. “Ông nói.” Ông. Bradford? “” Vâng? “” Bạn có phiền rất nhiều nếu … bạn biết … bạn đã cầu hôn tôi không? ” Cùng quanh. “Nếu bạn muốn.
Mr. Bradford,” she said. “I’m not going to propose to you.”The twinkle in Mr. Bradford’s eyes faded. So did his smile. He managed to keep it on his face. It looked painful.”Oh,” he said.”Mr. Bradford?””Yes?””Would you mind it so very much if…you know…you proposed to me?”The light in Mr. Bradford’s eyes jumped to life. He beamed so largely it almost wasn’t crooked.”If you want.
Heather Dixon, Entwined