"You!" Clara Grant was momentarily speechless, her face turning bright red with shyness. "Don't just say whatever you want! Who said I was your woman?"
"I'm going to marry you, which makes you my fiancée. Doesn't that make you my woman?"
Today, she wasn't deliberately putting on an act as she usually did, trying to exude a captivating charm. Instead, she was simply being her true self—shy, innocent, and reserved.
There was no coquettish seduction, no flirtatious posturing, yet she still held Seth Quinn's gaze, making his heart and soul stir.
Watching her blush crimson, Seth Quinn suddenly felt like he could never get tired of looking at her.
Seth Quinn had never had his heart moved by a woman before, so he didn't know if this was what people called falling for someone, but he knew that what he felt for Clara Grant was different from how he felt about other women.
