"I'm more worried that you can't let go of that man and go back to him, so I can't wait any longer. I want you to be my wife, to belong to me forever..."
He firmly grasped her hand, his arms trembling intensely, his expression solemn. "...Fiona, I can make you happy. If you're willing to marry me, for you, I can give up everything. If you think being a soldier means I won't have time for you, I'll resign. Everything else, no matter what, will be centered around you!... Fiona, will you marry me?"
The last words were spoken carefully, and after he asked, he almost held his breath, waiting for her to respond.
Fiona bit her lip; any woman would be moved by this confession, including her. The trembling hand and anxious expression both shook her.
She took a deep breath. Yes, she admitted she hadn't fallen for him yet. Agreeing to give him a chance was based on not disliking him, wanting to try to understand him, also giving herself a chance at happiness.
