She had traded the remaining of her life for his affection, but in doing so, she had forgotten to ask for his marriage.
Around 9 PM, Ethan returned home and found that Elena wasn’t there. He drove around, eventually spotting her curled up outside a pharmacy.
Elena's body was still wracked with pain. Despite taking a large dose of painkillers, they offered no relief. With less than ten days left until the deadline, she felt as though her death was already closing in on her.
"Are you feeling unwell?" Ethan’s voice suddenly rang out above her.
Elena felt no joy anymore.
"Come back home with me." Ethan helped her up from the ground, and the bottle of painkillers she had dropped fell to the floor with a soft thud.
"What’s wrong? Where does it hurt?"
Elena stared at him in confusion as he anxiously examined her, her breath faint as she smiled weakly. "It’s just that time of the month... my stomach hurts."
He let out a sigh of relief, and as they made their way back home, Ethan finally began to discuss the matter with her.
"Ellie, I’ve bought you a place in the next neighborhood, not far from here. You’ll move in tomorrow."
Elena’s face drained of color, her expression one of utter disbelief.