We are getting married soon.

"Daphne," Julian called out nervously. A beat of heavy silence followed. After hesitation for a moment, he said, "I'll take the responsibility."

Daphne's face, a mask of astonishment for a fleeting moment, blossomed into pure joy. "Really? You're willing?" she breathed, disbelief lacing her voice. It seemed too good to be true. She thought she had heard it wrong.

Julian, even though he had no feelings for her, couldn't ignore what had transpired between them. Daphne was a kind woman and helped him a couple of times. Being with her wouldn't be entirely disappointing.

"I am," he confirmed. But a shadow crossed his features. "There's one thing you need to understand: I can't give you the love you deserve. This heart," he tapped on his chest, "has already been shattered. I won't be able to fall in love again. But I will fulfill all of my commitments. If you believe me and have no objections, we can go register our marriage."