Chapter 973

When Rory knelt with a diamond ring in his hand, the song "Marry Me" echoed, and even the lights turned a romantic sky blue. "Mable, marry me." Rory, holding flowers and a ring, looked at Mable, his eyes filled with deep affection. Mable stared at him with confusion, as if question marks were on her forehead. She never expected that Rory, who invited her out today, would propose. "Rory, did you take the wrong medicine, or are you sick?" Mable could not help asking. She considered him a friend, and he was thinking of her becoming his wife. Looking at her, Rory said, "Yes, I'm sick, and it's an incurable disease. Mable, you are the cure for my incurable disease." Who taught him these cheesy lines? "You should get up first." Mable felt a bit embarrassed with so many people around. Rory remained kneeling and continued, "Mable, I love you. Marry me. I want to take care of you for a lifetime. I don't mind you having a daughter. I will treat Little Lemon as my own—" Mable interrupted