...W-what?! What was he even talking about?!
Watching as the frantic woman attempted to pull him to his feet, Ian simply pursed his lips before adding, “…I admit that I’m not exactly a romance God, and that I have very little time to be with any potential partners… My straightforwardness and awkward timing today are good examples of that. Also, I may not be able to find time for birthdays or anniversaries and such, which automatically labels me as a pretty bad lover…”
“…Even if we get married, I don’t think I can announce your identity to the public for fear of backlash, and… Well… You’ll definitely be sad if you choose to be with me… With all that said… Will you still agree to say yes? I should warn you that I’ll never allow a divorce, so be sure to think properly before you answer…”
Feeling more confused than ever, the perplexed Tiffany eventually replied, “…A-are you using me for drill practice, Sir Ian…?”
“…What? No, I’m literally proposing to you now.”
…What? What the fuck?! Had she gone insane?! Unable to handle the shocking statement, she found herself saying, “B-but didn’t you say you wanted to confess to your assistant?!”
“…Are you not my assistant?”
Watching as the flabbergasted Tiffany’s jaw dropped, Ian paused for a moment before replying, “…Did… you assume I meant someone else?”
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