Before I could finish my sentence, she slapped the ring away and threw the towel in her hand to the floor.
"Are you trying to force me again? Whether we get married or not, it doesn't stop me from being nice to Mick! I just want to help him. You are too mean!
"His mother wants nothing more in her life than for him to mend his ways. How can you be so hard-hearted? She is about to die. I just want to help him! I am just being his nude model to make art, not being a whore!
"If you can't accept this, let's break up. Maybe we really aren't right for each other."
I looked at her, whose face was red with anger.
It turned out that Mick had long surpassed me in her heart. I hadn't even mentioned his name, but she threatened to break up with me.
"If you don't accept my proposal today, I will die..."
I held back the loss and grievance in my heart, put aside my dignity and tried to keep her.
If there were any other choice, I would never force her to accept my proposal in the way, but before I could finish my words, she slapped me in the face.
The momentary tinnitus and stinging pain almost made me freeze on the spot.
"I don't care! Stop whining here!"