Ivan couldn't believe Arna had no more patience, as though he had. He understood why his mother says the reality is different. The reality isn't a slo-mo scene in a movie to play romantically.
If he just goes with the flow, then he won't be called Ivan Ross. So he patted Arna's back as sounded clueless, "Marry? Snow, I came to congratulate you."
Arna stood back without understanding the reason behind the wishes. "Wait…" She lifted her hand to stop him from speaking. "Isn't this all you prepared to propose to me?" She was flabbergasted.
Ivan played dumb, to know if she was going to get angry or understand his act, "When did I say that?" Ivan asked back, spilling his hands away, "Am I holding a bouquet or a ring to propose to you?"
Arna: "..."
She uneasily looked around thinking if she read too much into it. "Then why?..." Her awkward voice sounded when she saw her manager and assistant confused looking at her.
