Faye Townsend looked at Oliver Turner, her gaze carrying a hint of guilt.
"I..."
"What, you still haven't forgotten him?
It's been six years, is your love for him really that deep?
Shouldn't you completely move on from that relationship and start a new life, don't you think?"
Faye lowered her eyes, not pulling her hand away.
Yet, her expression looked conflicted.
There were some things she really didn't know how to explain to him.
She didn't love him, and since she didn't love him, how could they be together?
If it were someone else, she might just marry him.
After all, she knew very well that marrying someone who loves her more is a kindness to herself.
But this person happened to be Oliver Turner, a man she felt deeply grateful to in her heart.
It was precisely because of this gratitude that she couldn't drag him into an unfair marriage.
She wished for his happiness, and that's something she couldn't provide.