Chapter 67

"Oh God W-warren, D-dionne! The Doctor is doing CPR now—" I didn't finish what Linux was saying because I ran to my Beloved's room in a panic, the Doctor said he's doing CPR. No, he can't die! I cried while running, A Mafia boss crying.

As I opened the door from Warren's room, expecting the Doctor doing a CPR, but the last thing I didn't believe to see is right in front of me. Many heart balloons in the Hospital room of Warren, my eyes widened when I saw Warren kneeling while holding a ring in a black velvet box.

No, is this a dream?!

My tears flow more, not expecting what's happening right now. I feel all the butterflies in my stomach. Warren is proposing to me, 13 years... 13 years I dream of this. I thought he was not going to do this to me because I thought he didn't love me but he's proposing to me right now.

"Dionne Westly Ferrer, will you marry me?"

"Y-yes, I will marry you, Darling!" my voice shook, he smiled at me softly before standing up, walking towards me before kissing