PROLOGUE.
“You… are the one who saved me?” the lady asked slowly, her eyes scanning me from head to toe.
“Yes,” I replied, though her gaze made me strangely uncomfortable.
She stretched out her hands toward me after hearing that. I hesitated for a moment before taking them and gently helping her up from the ground. The next thing I knew, a soft, warm body was wrapped around me in a hug.
“This is probably her way of saying thank you,” I thought. I returned the embrace and patted her back lightly. “You’re welcome, you’re welcome,” I murmured.
Then the bombshell landed. She pulled away from the hug, lifted her cold eyes to meet mine, and said, “You… why don’t you marry me?”
I was sure she was joking. I gave her a playful wink, as if to say I got the joke—but she didn’t even blink.
“Marry me,” she said again, this time with a firm edge in her voice.
That was when I realized, as usual, I had made a terrible mistake. I should have just saved her purse instead.