  &quot;I shouldn t have agreed to that marriage of convenience, I thought it was a good plan then. I thought I was immune to loving,&quot;
  &quot;Just calm down Mitch,&quot; he said. It wasn t your fault. You have always been too soft-hearted and I knew that was why you agreed to the marriage. Because he had said, he stood to make some people happy.&quot; 
  &quot;Aren t you going to tell me you told me it wasn t a good idea then?&quot; She asked, looking at him with eyes filled with tears.
  &quot;No... I m not,&quot; he said, moving closer to her and offering her his handkerchief to wipe away her tears. But they still keep pouring, even faster now like a pool of flowing water.
  &quot;Why?&quot; She asked between a sob
  &quot;What would that solve now, if I do?&quot; He spoke. And it wasn t even your fault. You have always taken more than you are responsible for. I can t blame you t

  &quot;Daniel?&quot;
  &quot;Yes?&quot;
  &quot;Have you gotten another job?&quot;
  &quot;No... But I can always get another.&quot;
  &quot;That s so ridiculous. You want to beat Michael?&quot; She laughed again. &quot;Aren t you even scared of standing up to him?&quot;
  &quot;Why? He isn t that much taller than I am. Yes, he might be strong but I am too,&quot; he said, beating his chest.
  She laughed again. This time she almost choked on her laughter. But he was right though, Daniel was almost as tall as Michael, though not of the same build, but strong. Still, something about Michael can make a man stronger than him feel intimidated, perhaps it was in the way he carried himself or maybe because he was once a fighter.
  &quot;Don t even think of it... The guy had once been in the ring. Now don t think I m saying you are not going to put up a tough show of it. Of course, you will, bu

  &quot;What is it, Mitch?&quot; He asked, fixing her a serious look, and suddenly she appeared very forlorn to him, her eyes devoid of their usual brightness and body, their lively spirit. 
  &quot;Mitch?&quot; He called again. 
  She was already putting her hand which had been lying on her laps under the table since her arrival, on the table for him to see. It didn t quickly register what she meant to pass by the hand she was showing him, so he gave her an inquisitive look but she said nothing. Then it occurs to him to look again, this time for the engagement ring.
  It wasn t there.
  &quot;Damn,&quot; He thought. He d been a fool. He should have known all along, with a face like that.
  &quot;The bastard son of a gun,&quot; He swore, softly
  Mitchell remained silent; lips paused together. Barely trying not to give in to the tears that now threatened her eyes. She thought she was han

&quot;I shouldn t have agreed to that marriage of convenience, I thought it was a good plan then. I thought I was immune to loving,&quot;
  &quot;Just calm down Mitch,&quot; he said. It wasn t your fault. You have always been too soft-hearted and I knew that was why you agreed to the marriage. Because he had said, he stood to make some people happy.&quot; 
  &quot;Aren t you going to tell me you told me it wasn t a good idea then?&quot; She asked, looking at him with eyes filled with tears.
  &quot;No... I m not,&quot; he said, moving closer to her and offering her his handkerchief to wipe away her tears. But they still keep pouring, even faster now like a pool of flowing water.
  &quot;Why?&quot; She asked between a sob
  &quot;What would that solve now, if I do?&quot; He spoke. And it wasn t even your fault. You have always taken more than you are responsible for. I can t blame you though, you have a soft heart, and always think you must make everyone happy. I have told you befo

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