"I'm sorry."
Beau held her tightly in his arms as if he wanted to squeeze her tight.
Eliza was stunned. Just as she was about to say that it wasn't a big deal, she suddenly saw dried ice spray out of the stage. It was about to fully cover the stage.
He wondered if the stage effect had gone too far.
But her performance had ended. The host should come out and ask the next guest to perform.
Before she could pull Beau off the stage, she saw him letting go of her hand, and then suddenly—
He knelt on one knee.
Eliza was startled.
"What are you doing?"
Beau smiled softly, and his handsome eyes were full of affection.
"I owe you a proposal. I'll make it up to you now."
Eliza, "!"
Beau took out a ring box from his pocket, opened it, and raised it in front of Eliza.
Eliza looked at the diamond in shock and once again covered her mouth.