Although she did not refuse, it was not acceptable.
But now she still didn't say anything.
Henry could not figure out what Monique was thinking. He looked at her with his dark eyes.
After a while, he stepped forward and hugged her slender waist with his firm and strong arms.
Monique's petite body suddenly fell into a warm and wide embrace. The refreshing scent that was not strange for a men, accompanied by the faint smell of tobacco, escaped into the tip of her nose.
Wasn't this what she wanted?
She did not know what she was hesitating about.
She had always thought that they were from different worlds. He was high up above and extremely noble.
And she was as humble as dust.
Even her parents didn't want her.
So he had never wanted to give her an identity.
Instead, he just wanted her to be his lover.
But now that he had proposed to her, shouldn't she have nodded crazily and agreed?
Monique didn't expect that she would be so indifferent and at a loss.
Even when she was held in Henry's arms, she still felt that it was unreal.
She was afraid, afraid that this was just a flash of the pan.
She was afraid that this was just his whim.
"Why?" Monique murmured, her crystal clear almond-shaped eyes like a galaxy that was about to come to an end.
Why did he propose to her?
He really loved her?
Or was it just like what her grandmother had said just now, just for the sake of a piece of title for Little Nomi?
She was very nervous and her head was blank.
She knew that she could not make any decision at this moment.
She had never thought that he would say that he liked her, but she could still talk to him so calmly.
"I don't know. Henry, give me time and let me think about it, okay?" Monique said lightly.
Her small palm-sized face was exquisite and flawless. She had long and thin eyebrows, a pink and straight nose, and crystal clear almond-shaped eyes that held faint tears, which moved people.
In fact, this result was better than Henry expected.
He had thought that maybe she would run away like this.
However, she was so calm that Henry was at a loss.
A hole suddenly appeared in his heart.
Henry stared straight at Monique and said word by word, "It doesn't matter. Think about it slowly. I'll ask you tomorrow again."
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