Francis slowly turned and pushed me off. "Stop touching me. Don't start what you cannot finish," he said coldly, walking away from me.
"Marry me," I repeated.
He turned slightly towards me, but he still didn't look into my eyes. "I am not ready to. I haven't married you and look at what you have turned me into. What if I get married to you?" He asked.
"Then you would have me to yourself for as long as you want," I answered, desperately.
He smacked his teeth. "Give me some time and I would get over everything. It's all an illusion," he said.
"Marry me," I kept saying.
"What do think marriage is?" He asked, with his voice quite raised. "Give me some time to get over what I feel towards you and I'll leave you to get married to any man you choose," he said.
"Why don't you want to get married to me? You love, me don't you?" I asked.
"I wouldn't call it love," he answered.
"Then what it is?"