Chapter 162

Zevara’s POV

I slapped my hand over my mouth to muffle the scream threatening to rip out of my throat.

He stared at me like I was the only thing that mattered. “In the past week, I’ve thought about how I could propose, but I’ve been so confused—never been this confused in my entire life. I thought of decorating my yacht and proposing to you there while we sail off to Spain and get married there if you agreed. I thought of booking the best restaurant in the kingdom. I thought of taking it to the streets so everyone would be my witness as I made the vow to love, care for, and protect you forever… but then I was scared. I was scared that you might be traumatized. I was scared that you might not be ready yet. I was scared that a lot is happening at the same time, and I didn’t want to force you into accepting my proposal because you wanted to be considerate of the effort I put in, or because you didn’t want to embarrass me in front of people.”

He smiled broadly.