Not A Small-Town Girl

Chapter 226-1 After leaving the hospital in the afternoon, Danielle hesitated several times as she tried to find the right words. David, however, already knew what she wanted to say. He was resolute. Once he had decided on Danielle, he wouldn’t let go of her hand—no matter how the poison in her body unfolded. Even if there was no cure, no other woman would ever enter his heart.

David’s scorching, direct gaze made Danielle’s heart skip a beat. No matter what, he always believed in her unconditionally, always stood by her side. They had only been together for half a year, but it felt like they had known each other forever.

Her eyes turned red, and her throat tightened. What could she possibly say? He was too perceptive, too smart—he already knew exactly what she wanted to say. He wouldn’t give her a chance to speak, cutting her off before she could even get the words out. He was sealing her thoughts with his silence.

"This poison... has no cure. Even if I’m a miracle worker, I can’t heal the poison inside me. Even if I only have three months left, would you still want to be with me?"

Without hesitation, David answered, "Even if I only had three days, I wouldn’t let you go. I want no one but you."

"I might not even recognize you when the poison strikes. I could hurt you. Do you really want to tie yourself to someone with such a short life?"

Her greatest fear was that, when the poison took over, she would lose control and hurt her family.

Without warning, David dropped to one knee, pulling out a velvet box. Inside it, nestled a diamond ring the size of a pigeon’s egg. His gaze was filled with devotion, his voice sincere as he asked, "Danielle, will you marry me?"

mind a whirl of confusion. Was she not clear enough? She was dying, and he was

eyes fixed on her in anticipation, as though

could hardly believe it. "At night, you scare the

figure out how to politely decline. If she were in perfect health and both families had a connection, she’d agree without hesitation. But right now? Who knew when she

so selfish. It was the ones

come up with the right words to turn him down, he seized her hand like a rogue and slipped the sparkling ring onto her fourth finger with a swift, bold

back out now," he

thinking yet… How did the ring end up

on you. Now that it’s on, you’re mine. You wouldn’t want

almost... a little

bandit, a total bandit, trying to lock her down with

my body won’t hold out long