Chapter 8
I arrived at the company to see people crowded around the entrance. It was noisy.
When one of my new colleagues saw me, she said excitedly, “Someone’s proposing!”
“Proposing?” I repeated.
The crowd parted to reveal Harold, who stood in the middle He wore the suit I’d ordered for our wedding, and his hair was slicked back neatly. He held a bouquet of roses.
I reflexively turned to leave, but I was too late. He’d already seen me and ran to me through the crowd. He soon stopped before me. Despite the ugly look on my face, he said, “I’m here to pursue you, Minerva!
“I know I hurt you in the past, but I’ve reflected on my mistakes. I want to pursue you again. Even if you’ve stopped loving me, I’ll make you fall for me again!”
He pulled a diamond ring from his pocket and got on one knee. “Will you give me another chance, Minerva?”
I instantly became the center of attention. I could no longer control myself because of his dramatic performance and gave him a scornful look. “I’ve already told you that we’re over–that means I don’t want to have anything more to do with you.
“How can you talk about love when you can’t even respect me? You have no right to claim to love anyone, Harold. You’re the only one you love!”
The blood drained from his face at my words. He shook his head helplessly and tried to prove his innocence. “No, it’s not like that! I was just stupid before–I thought you would always be with me, so I hurt you without a care for the consequences. I forgot how it would make you feel, that you would be hurt!
“I realize my mistakes now, though. I know that you’re the one I love. I don’t want to be with anyone but you, I swear!”
I saw a familiar figure run toward us from a distance as he spoke. It was Ivory. She looked hurt by his words and asked, “What are you talking about, Harry?”
I smiled and nodded at her. “Look, there’s your true love. She’s here for you.”
Ivory threw herself at Harold. “I’ve searched for you for ages, Harry. What are you doing here? Come back with me! I’m the one who’s always loved you. Isn’t the feeling mutual? Didn’t you tell me I was the most important person in your life?”
