So many years had passed, yet why couldn't Arnold Johnson ever appreciate her, or see her beauty?
This is a question those who are persistent cannot understand even if they think about it ten thousand times.
Some people, you can't say exactly what you love about them, but you love them deeply.
Some people, everything about them is good, but you simply don't love them.
"Chloe..."
"I don't want to hear you say those words, I don't want to hear you tell me to give up on you, I don't want to hear you say you've only ever thought of me as a sister, and I definitely don't want to hear you say you've never loved me!" Chloe Johnson's emotions suddenly became very agitated.
Arnold reached out his hand and gently patted her back.
"Arnold, can you promise me, not to marry Victoria Garcia?"
Arnold forcefully let go of her hand, looked into her eyes, and said, "In this lifetime, I only want to marry her."