Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion Chapter 564 - 432: Proposal

Hum, hum, hum!

The setting sun slanted across the Pacific Ocean surface, bathing the Santa Monica Bay area in a dream-like golden glow.

At the junction of the sea and the shore, besides a golden beach, Santa Monica Beach, there was also a broad, straight highway, the Pacific Coast Highway.

At that mont, a luxury Porsche sedan was driving on Highway 205, speeding along with its large, heavy body and sleek, cool lines, the design exuding a sense of power.

"Focus on driving, why do you keep looking at ?"

In the passenger seat, Ivanka put down the manual in her hands and cast him a glance as she spoke.

Link shrugged his shoulders, his hands gripping the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

This was the road to the bay villa, and there weren't many cars coming and going, so there was no need to worry about accidents. The only concern was not to gaze at the sea, sunset, or the bikini-clad won on the beach, lest one carelessly drove off the roadbsae.

"Eva, would you feel wronged being my girlfriend?"

"Why would you ask that?"

Ivanka put down the manual for the newly purchased dishwasher again and turned her attention to him.

"You are an exceptional woman—looks, talent, identity, status, honor; you lack nothing. With your qualifications, you could find a better boyfriend, whether it's a billionaire, a royal duke, or a political elite. They would all be delighted to be your choice, yet here I am, just a playboy. Would you feel wronged being the girlfriend of a playboy?"

Link said.

Ivanka's lips slowly curled into a smile upon hearing his words.

"I do feel sowhat wronged. Since eting in '08, I've wasted three years on you. How many three-year periods does a woman have? Now, I don't have the extra ti or energy to look for another partner or to build another relationship. It's like gambling big; I've bet all my chips and can't leave the table now, even if you are a playboy. I've got to accept it."

Was this admitting defeat?

"... Why would a wise woman like you still bet on , knowing I'm fickle?"

"I thought I could change you, but now, the one who has changed is ."

Ivanka shook the manual in her hand.

"I'm changing too. I'm growing to love you more and more. Can you feel it?"

"No! I don't believe a single letter of 'love' coming from a playboy."

Ivanka's beautiful cheeks were cold, her red lips tightly pursed, her expression sowhat stern.

More than ten seconds of silence.

"Dear, how about marrying ?"

Link suddenly said.

"Are you proposing? You just propose like this?"

Ivanka blinked in surprise, looking at him.

Link pulled over beside the road and turned to look at Ivanka.

"I've been thinking about proposing to you since the beginning of the year, but I've never been brave when it cos to matters of the heart. I fear betrayal, dislike the constraints of marriage, and the petty, mundane life depicted in movies after marriage.

So, in the matter of proposing, even though I've asked you thousands, tens of thousands of tis in my mind, when the mont actually ca, I chose to back down.

When I ca back from Switzerland last ti, my left pocket held a watch and my right pocket the Ring. I intended to propose, but in the end, I took out the watch.

I made excuses for myself, that a proposal has to happen on a romantic day, at a romantic place.

But I don't know when that ti is, or where that romantic place is, and this has always troubled .

Just now, you said love is a big gamble, you've placed all your bets on , and there's no turning back. This was my fault, and I'm sorry I've put you in this situation. I'm also sorry I haven't given you an answer sooner.

Now I know I was wrong, and I should be braver, be a real man, and give you a definitive answer. So, dear, I solemnly propose to you here, will you marry ?"

Link asked, holding Ivanka's hand.

Ivanka looked quietly at him as if she hadn't heard his words, and after a while, she fluttered her curled eyelashes.

"Sorry, I can't accept."

"Why?"

Link asked, surprised.

" Link, I love you, there's no doubt about that. I want to marry you, I'm certain of that too, but I don't want to force you into marriage, which a loving woman wouldn't do. You just said you weren't ready, I'll give you more ti to prepare, one year, two years, three years, I can wait for you.

Until you're fully ready and willingly propose to , then I will nod without hesitation, not now.

Not now.

I just told you I've sunk all my ti and capital to tell you how much I love you, wholeheartedly, not to pressure you. I would never do that, nor do I want to, so I can't accept."

Ivanka said slowly.

"...Eva, this isn't pressure; you haven't forced . I am willingly proposing to you, I've been preparing for this for a long ti, I just lacked a bit of courage and responsibility.

Your words ignited my courage, prompting to propose. This is mutual, definitely not forced, nor am I doing this under pressure, but because I love you.

You ntioned that in our ti together, you've invested too much ti and energy, making it impossible to turn back, and I feel the sa. From the beginning of our relationship, I wasn't used to your lifestyle.

Now, I can't live without you, and my life would be in chaos. I want to establish a stable relationship with you, which is the best choice.

Eva, do you agree?"

Link said.

"I accept your explanation, but it's still too sudden. Marriage is a lifelong commitnt. You didn't even prepare a Ring, how can I accept?"

Ivanka looked at him with bright, beautiful eyes.

"This... is a bit sudden, the Ring is at ho. If you agree now, I can drive ho in three minutes and put the Ring on your finger. How about that?"

Link asked.

"Let's talk about it after three more minutes. You can propose again then, take it slow, no rush."

"Will you still say yes then?"

"You can try."

Ivanka smiled with her lips curled.

Link frowned. The reason he had proposed just now was because the mont felt right. After three more minutes, he wasn't sure if he'd still have the courage to speak, nor was he sure if Ivanka would agree. So it seed best to strike while the iron was hot and settle the matter in the car.

Suddenly, he noticed a can of cola on the back seat.

"You'd better not use that to propose; it's too cliched, lacks any creativity."

Ivanka said with a disdainful laugh.

Link looked towards the dashboard. There really wasn't anything that could fit on her ring finger.

"Anything else? If you can co up with a ring, I'll agree."

Ivanka said with a sowhat triumphant smile.

He smiled slightly, grabbed her right hand—her fingers slender, her palm fleshy, her skin pale, tender, and smooth, carrying a faint fragrance. He lifted Ivanka's delicate ring finger to his mouth and gently bit it.

"What are you doing?"

Ivanka asked in surprise.

"How's this ring?"

Link pointed to a clear ring of teeth marks on her finger.

Ivanka covered her lips, staring at the imprint on her finger, her long eyelashes quivering, her eyes slightly reddened.

"Looks pretty good. I agree,"

Ivanka laughed.

"Really?"

Link asked.

Ivanka nodded, her long eyelashes sparkling like tiny diamonds.

Link smiled faintly, embraced her, and kissed her passionately in the seat. Ivanka wrapped her arms around his neck and responded fervently.

Drip-drop!

Vehicles passing by occasionally honked their horns, as if to cheer the couple on.

"It's almost gone, bite it again."

After a while, Ivanka leaned into his arms and stretched out her fair finger, saying.

"No need, we'll put on real rings when we get back."

"I like this ring better. Bite it again, harder this ti."

Ivanka continued.

Link held her palm, as if he were eating boneless chicken feet, and gently bit the pad of her ring finger again.

Suddenly, Ivanka pushed his jaw forcefully, and as his front teeth snapped shut suddenly, Link tasted blood. He quickly pulled out his hand, only to see her ring finger bleeding profusely.

"Have you gone mad?"

Link quickly pulled out a tissue to stop the bleeding. There was a clear wound on the back of her finger, sowhat marring the overall beauty of her hand.

"This is better,"

Ivanka said, holding up her finger with a satisfied smile.

Then she took his large hand, lifted his ring finger to her pristine teeth, and bit down hard. A sharp pain shot through his finger, which also started to bleed profusely.

Link looked at her uncertainly. This was harsh.

The Ivanka of the past was an elegant, noblewoman, rarely prone to disputes, seldom even uttering a swear word. Yet today, after hearing his proposal, she dared to bite through his finger, almost to the bone.

He suddenly realized Ivanka could be cruel, not as gentle and kind as she seed on the surface.

Having such a fiancée, he didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse.

"How does it feel?"

Ivanka wiped the blood from her red lips, took his hand, and pressed their injured fingers together—a robust, sturdy one, and a pale, delicate one, crossing in an 'X' shape, both with clear bite marks deep enough to reach the bone.

"Be careful of tetanus,"

Link pulled out two band-aids, placing one on each, covering up the 'rings'.

But as he drove, Ivanka took out her lipstick and drew a pair of red hearts on both band-aids, giggling joyfully as she did.

Watching this side of Ivanka, Link realized that beneath her fierce exterior, she also harbored an innocently charming side. She was not as strong, cold, or proud as she appeared on the outside.

She was a woman hotter inside than her outward appearance suggested.

When the tools of love pierced through her disguise and cover, she turned into a fiery woman, passionate, spicy, and intense, like a large volcano that had never erupted before.

The mont of eruption, the searing, boiling magma could lt even iron and shatter bones to dust.

Bathing in her river of love was warm and comfortable, like the heaven one resides in before birth.

Yet being imrsed in her river of love might also lead to complete annihilation. She was like a woman who wielded control over life and death.