After Dariel Cooper left, Marcus Moore came to Ella Lacey's bedside, watching her curled up small body, her little face was smothered with tears. A spasm of pain shot through his eyes, he breathed quietly, "Ella, I'm sorry."
"Marcus, you won't listen to them and will marry me, right?" Ella Lacey raised her little face with full expectation in her eyes, looking at him.
But Marcus Moore had already promised Dariel Cooper, and Dariel Cooper hyped Ella Lacey up to such an extent, as a man who wouldn't wish to have a flourishing career and lift up a declining family enterprise?
He stuttered, "Ella…have you ever considered…me?"
"Consider you my foot!" Ella Lacey always liked to joke with Marcus Moore, even her little face was streaming with tears, she did not forget to crack a joke. Deep down, she still trusted him.
"But... I promised this marriage... I am... going to marry you." Marcus Moore was not confident.