Propose to Abbie

The next day Dylan and Abbie have arrived in Ohio, to be precise at a luxurious but classic-style hotel that offers beautiful views around it. He and his secretary were in different rooms but close.

Dylan knocked on the door of the room where Abbie was staying. The man looked relaxed wearing a gray suit and combing his hair in a spiky style and carrying a large paper bag.

"Mr. Dylan," said Abbie, who had just opened the door.

"Hi," Dylan said with a smile.

"It's still three o'clock, sir. Why did you come to me?" asked Abbie curiously.

"Well ..." Dylan held up a large black paper bag with a store name on it. "I have something for you. You should see it right now."

"What's this?"

"Instead of you being curious, let's open it together," said Dylan, who immediately entered the room, passing Abbie just like that.

Abbie was stunned and turned to Dylan who just entered his room. She thought it was a bit strange, but since that man was her boss, she couldn't complain much. the girl closed the door again, then approached her boss who was sitting on a white couch.

"Come here," Dylan called, patting the empty side right.

Abbie approached Dylan with an uncomfortable look. "You make me curious."

"I know you must be curious," Dylan said, chuckling. "After this you more curious," he continued.

"I don't understand." Abbie sat beside Dylan, making a distance of about 10 cm.

Dylan immediately took something from the large paper bag, it turned out to be a white box with a transparent cover, then put it on the table and put the paper bag aside to the right.

"What is that?" asked Abbie spontaneously.

Dylan sighed, then positioned himself facing Abbie and looked at her seriously. He took the right hand of the beautiful girl who was wearing a blue suit, then held it not so tightly.

Abbie suddenly felt nervous because Dylan's gaze was completely different from before, and the confusion grew even more because her hand was also being held.

"Abbie, I brought you here to meet my parents," Dylan said, slowly starting to express his intentions. "I can't lie to my feelings anymore. I like you, love you, I want to marry you. Maybe it's too soon, but this is my decision. I like you, and I don't want to make you my girlfriend, but the wife," he continued.

"What?" Abbie was very surprised, speechless, she even felt like a dream. She thought about how could her boss suddenly like her and want to marry her, and asked her to meet his parents while she had yet to answer. This is crazy, this is crazy!

"Maybe you're surprised because what I'm doing is sudden. But I already planned all of this about two weeks ago," Dylan said lying, trying to make up a story to lure Abbie.

"But Sir, why do you like me?" asked Abbie, pulling her hand from Dylan's grip. "I'm not attractive, I don't deserve you. Besides, why didn't you say so from the start?"

"Yes, because if I told you from the start, you would feel inferior, you rejected me." Dylan said rather firmly and frowned. "I know you are naive and act like you are. I'm sure you won't want to be with a guy who is much richer than your family. Because you are simple. You are inferior. I understand that. Many girls from out of town are like that and I like that." He continues to convince Abbie.

"But ..." Abbie took a deep breath.

"This is too sudden, too soon. I know you must think that," Dylan said, then turned his head, staring at the white box on the table. "But here I never play with my decisions. If I liked it, I would never hesitate, I want to marry you, have you, and this is such a coincidence. Incidentally, my grandfather insisted. My grandfather wanted me to marry a good girl because previously the only ones who became my girlfriends were materialistic girls who only took advantage of me. My grandfather wanted me to get a simple girl who doesn't go out of her way because that kind of girl can guarantee her loyalty. I thought that girl ... it's you."

"So, you want to marry me because of grandfather's insistence?" asked Abbie, still in shock.

"No. That's not true," Dylan replied, shaking his head, then opened the box in front of him. He took a necklace, then showed it to Abbie. "I prepared this necklace two weeks ago before my grandfather asked me to get married."

Abbie frowned and saw a diamond necklace with a D&A letter pendant combined. 'Ugh ... It's for real, isn't it? did he prepare a necklace of his initials with me? Wouldn't it be weird if I suddenly married him? He's my boss!'

"This is ridiculous. Maybe you will never believe my seriousness because this is too sudden and rushed. I don't want to waste the time, I don't want to disappoint grandpa," Dylan glanced at Abbie sadly. "I also don't want you to be attracted to other guys. It could be a nightmare for me."

Abbie swallowed her saliva, then took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly. She tried to relax, accept this surprising thing and start thinking realistically, thinking long and hard because she didn't want to just accept Dylan.

"Why are you sure you want to marry me just because you have feelings for me?" asked Abbie, pointing to herself. "Don't you think what if I don't have any feelings for you?" She continued.

"I've thought about that, Abbie," Dylan answered worriedly. "So far I always get girls who show me love. But in reality, it's fake. They just hurt me. So, I think you are different from them. You are not a hypocrite. I want you to learn to accept me, to love me. Because I was the first to have a love for you. I hope you can reciprocate this feeling."

"Ugh ..." Abbie was getting uncomfortable, looking at Dylan. "Why are you like this, anyway?"

"Because I like you, Abbie."

"But why should I?"

"Because I want you, I am interested in you. If there is no feeling of interest, there can be no love and there cannot be a moment like this." Dylan explained, then took Abbie's hand again. "Please ... give me a chance to make you happy. I promise I will be a good husband for you."

"Husband?" Abbie couldn't hold back her nervousness anymore. She looked like she was about to faint.

"Right now I'm proposing to you. Yes, of course, I want to be your husband," Dylan said.

"But it still feels strange, sir. You are my boss. I think only in the movies do bosses purpose for secretaries," said Abbie worriedly.

"But it happened between us. I want you. You have to realize, you are interesting, you deserve me." Dylan convinced, then held Abbie's hand. "Please ... let's get married."

"But, Sir ..."

"Abbie, I'm not an old man. I think this nickname makes you unsure of me. Just call me by my first name," Dylan exclaimed, trying to be patient.

Abbie looked down, and glanced at Dylan who kept convincing her. There is a feeling of wanting to accept, but there is also a sense of fear, afraid that the boss will just play with her. Because in this era, it's not just courtship that's usually played around, but marriage as well.