Quincy did not speak. Before coming here, he had indeed thought this way.
He felt that he was already good enough to this woman. As long as she did not want to leave, he could give her whatever she wanted.
But Jenica was not satisfied and always wanted to leave. It was understandable that he felt uncomfortable.
But now, seeing Jenica become unhappy because of him and even began to lose control of herself, Quincy realized that maybe he affected her.
"If...
"I mean if I'm willing to marry you, will you..."
"No!" Before Quincy could finish his words, Jenica directly refused.
Quincy's face instantly turned ashen. His entire body was filled with a terrifying aura. "Weren't you afraid that I wouldn't marry you? Now, I'm willing. Why aren't you willing?"