"I can help Mick's mother pay all the medical expenses, but I don't agree with you being his nude model."
Lala was an outdoor model who became famous for a photo of her posing with a lion on the South African savannah. Her decision to be his nude model was tantamount to self-destruction.
She stood up immediately. The gentle smile on her face when she mentioned Mick just now turned into anger and disappointment.
"You are a businessman without emotion! Not everything in this world can be exchanged for money! The most important thing now is to help Mick make money to treat his mother!"
I stared at Lala in a daze. We had had countless quarrels because of Mick.
Whenever I mentioned Mick, Lala would think that I was jealous, slandering him, and stopping her from caring about him.
It was almost dawn outside. I glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that I only had a few hours left to complete my mission.
Lala went in to take a shower, and I relit the candles on the floor one by one.
When I saw her about to come out, I forced a smile, raised my diamond ring, and knelt on one knee.
"Marry me..."
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!"
She kicked over the candles on the floor, picked up her bag, turned around and slammed the door.
The room was silent with only the clock ticking.