Abigail Hemsworth felt an icy chill sweep through her, leaving her heart cold.
She stood up from his embrace, her freshly dried long hair cascading over her shoulders, and the uncolored hair made her fair face appear even paler.
"What do you mean?"
Travis Miller looked at her faintly, his dark eyes obscured, concealing any glimmer within them.
"I want to be with you in whatever form. We need to live under one roof, sleep in one bed; Linn will call me dad and call you mom. The three of us must be on the same household register, so..."
After he finished speaking, he paused, "Can we get married? Will you marry me? Can I marry you?"
Abigail Hemsworth's eyes flickered, and for a moment, she didn't know what to say.
Her mind was now filled with the kitchen, knives, blood, rescue rooms...
"I don't want to wait any longer," Travis Miller said calmly. "So, is Zachary Hemsworth's life at risk the only condition for you to agree to marry me?"
