Arna sniffled as she slapped Ivan's arm. Scolding her, teasing her, and making her wait for so many years, she couldn't believe he was saying so many positive words.
She extended her hand as she nodded vigorously, "Yes, Ivan Ross, you will be my husband. Nobody else."
Ivan slid the ring to her finger ring, wiped her tears, and enveloped her in a tight embrace.
"Am I really so good?" Arna asked after calming her nerves.
"Sometimes, lies work rather well than the truth." He teased her with a smirk and watched her eyes open in bewilderment.
Arna now wanted to crush the wooden box on his head. Pushing herself back, she tried to hit him "Iva...."
Ivan captured her lips with his, freezing her. Her eyes fluttered close when his lips gently caressed her lips while his hands held her waist and pulled her to close.
