She had asked this question yesterday. But he didn't answer.
Sean Quinn answered calmly, "You were introduced by the old gentleman, and it's time for me to get married."
"Is it that simple?"
'Who does he think he's fooling?'
'Does he take me for a three-year-old?'
"Furthermore, after spending these past few days together, you've proven to me that you're intelligent and your emotional intelligence isn't bad either. I want a wife who is independent, has her own mind, and isn't clingy... You meet my basic requirements for the role. Besides, I don't have much patience for getting to know women, understanding them, or trying to win their affection."
His words held no warmth. His reasoning was cold, completely devoid of any emotional tinge—as if marriage was just a task, with nothing sacred about it. As long as the conditions were met, he would marry. It had nothing to do with feelings.
