"Anna, will you marry me?" Young Mr. Quinn gazed at Anna, his eyes full of passion.
Anna's smile faded as she gently caressed the man's face. "David, to be honest, I'm quite fond of you too."
Hearing this, Young Mr. Quinn's eyes suddenly lit up. "Does that mean you'll say yes?"
"Of course not." Anna's gaze fell on the ring in his hand, and she sighed regretfully. "David, I can't say yes."
"Why?" Young Mr. Quinn frowned.
"David, I'll be honest with you." Anna pulled her hand back and turned her head away, her voice tinged with a faint sadness. "The truth is, I'm already married."
Hearing this, a look of stunned disbelief appeared in Young Mr. Quinn's eyes. "Anna, you... you're married?"
"Yes," Anna said. "Not long after I went abroad, I fell in love. I quickly found out I was pregnant, so we got married. My child is already seven years old."
"Then why didn't you ever say anything?" Young Mr. Quinn stood up from the ground, the veins on the hand gripping the velvet box bulging.
