Marcellus finds it a bit inappropriate, but in the face of Katrina"s smile, he has to accept it. "Okay, but I won"t let you do it again!"He gave her a mobile phone and accompanied her when she reapplied for her doc.u.ments because he wanted to. She shouldn"t feel bothered, let alone grateful for what he did.
This time, he accepts it to make her happy. But he can"t let her treat him again next time.
It"s not easy for her to live on her own and make a living for herself. He doesn"t want her to spend every penny she has.
Afterward, Marcellus drives Katrina back to the police station.
"Thank you, Marcellus. I"ll go back to work now." Unbuckling her seat belt, Katrina pushes the door open and prepares to get off.
Still finding the words to talk to Katrina about their relations.h.i.+p, Marcellus finally gets the courage to speak when he sees that Katrina is about to leave. "Katrina!"
Outside the car, Katrina looks back at him in confusion. "What"s wrong?"
Marcellus exits the car, opens the trunk, and takes out a large bouquet of red roses before walking towards Katrina.
Marcellus is a handsome man. At this moment, with the bouquet of roses, he looks like a prince straight out of a fairy tale. There"s no mistaking the affection in his gaze and the romantic image he makes.
But the scene shocks Katrina.
What is Marcellus doing?
In a flash, Marcellus stops in front of Katrina.
Marcellus looks lovingly at Katrina as he speaks, "Katrina, I never confessed to you before, but I figured you could tell how I feel. Katrina, I really like you. I"ve liked you for a long time. Will you be my girlfriend? In the future, I will love you and protect you, and promise to keep those unpleasant things from ever happening again."
The biggest obstacle between Marcellus and Katrina is Sophie.
Since the incident at the Jameson Hotel, Marcellus made up his mind that he and Sophie would become strangers from then on. In the future, he won"t let Sophie have a chance to bully Katrina again.
Katrina doesn"t expect Marcellus to suddenly profess his love to her with a bouquet of roses.
Indeed, Marcellus has never confessed to her so directly before. He didn"t need to. His feelings for her are so obvious that even her colleagues could sense it.
She already knows that he likes her.
While she"s still caught off guard by the sight of the roses, his sweet confession suddenly shocks her to the core.
At this moment, Katrina is very fl.u.s.tered. She has no idea how to respond.
Marcellus is standing in front of her with a lovely arrangement of flowers in his hands. But she can"t even reach out to accept them.
Should Katrina accept it?
Or should she refuse?
Marcellus"s eyes are bright as he gazes at her. He has loved her for so many years, devoting his whole heart to her.
Katrina can"t bear to see him leave in disappointment. But if she accepts his confession, he will become her boyfriend.
A boyfriend is a lot more different from a friend. She has never had a boyfriend before. Can she adapt to the change of having a boyfriend by her side?
And what about Sophie? What about Carl?
All the questions trouble her, leaving her mind muddled. She is at a complete loss.
Katrina grips the hem of her uniform tightly. "Marcellus, I…"
Marcellus can discern Katrina"s thoughts when he sees the changing expressions on her face. He hurries to say, "Katrina, you don"t have to think about Sophie or Mr. Anderson. You"ve done so much already!"
Marcellus is his own man, and Katrina is the one he likes. Even if she can"t accept his feelings because of Sophie, he won"t fall in love with the other girl either. Affection cannot be forced.
"Is that a confession?"
"No wonder Katrina has never admitted that Marcellus is her boyfriend. They haven"t gotten together yet!"
"As the saying goes, it"s easy to fetch water when a river is near. I really missed an opportunity with Katrina! I had no idea that Marcellus hasn"t won her heart yet!"
The policemen coming back from lunch stumbles upon the intimate scene and gossip among each other half-jokingly.
Katrina naturally sees her colleagues pa.s.sing by.
Turning down Marcellus in full view of a crowd doesn"t seem proper. Marcellus is so good to her. She can"t do such a thing to him.
But she can"t force herself to accept Marcellus as her boyfriend either.
After contemplating hard, Katrina finally takes the roses from Marcellus. "Marcellus, thank you for your confession. But I…"
Seeing Katrina"s long pause and her reluctance to speak, Marcellus already knows what"s on her mind.
If she wants to accept him, she wouldn"t hesitate for such a long time. If she wants to refuse him, she won"t accept the bouquet.
She must feel very conflicted right now.
With a smile on his handsome face, Marcellus says, "It"s all right, Katrina. Take your time. I"ll wait for your answer."
Marcellus can"t bear to force her to give him an answer now.
He is also afraid that she will refuse him.
He should be glad that she did not reject him directly. He still has a chance.
The best choice now is to give her time to think about his confession, so she can make her final decision with her heart and soul.
Hearing Marcellus"s words, Katrina feels warmth spread in her heart. "Marcellus, thank you."
She is grateful for his understanding and consideration.
Marcellus is really a good man.
It"s only at this moment that Katrina realizes why Marcellus looked like he wanted to say something during lunch but ended up saying nothing at all. He must have wanted to talk to her about it earlier, but he was afraid that she would be too bothered to eat.
Marcellus really considers her well-being, even in the smallest ways.
After saying goodbye to Marcellus, Katrina walks back to her desk with a bouquet of roses in her hands.
As soon as she enters, one of her colleagues quips, "Marcellus is quite the catch, isn"t he?"
They didn"t hear their conversation, but when Katrina accepted the flowers, they a.s.sumed that she accepted his feelings.
But even now, Katrina still can"t figure out how to respond to Marcellus"s confession. With a flushed face, she can only keep silent in front of her colleagues.
When it"s time to leave work in the afternoon, Katrina looks at the huge bouquet of roses in front of her helplessly.
Marcellus gave her this gift as a symbol of his affection for her. She can"t leave it at the station. She has to bring it home with her.
But the bouquet of roses is so huge. It looks strange for her to walk home alone with such an eye-catching bouquet.