Chapter 1282: 1282. Let’s give it a try then
She steps out, standing before everyone, more confident than anyone else.
In front of Jamuna Ford, she always feels that she, as his senior, is in no way inferior to any other woman by his side.
But when he asks to marry her, when he says he likes her, that sense of inferiority suddenly surges up facing him.
She always feels that such a good man as him should not be tainted by a woman who has been married twice like herself.
Even though she believes there’s nothing wrong with a second marriage, even though she considers herself excellent despite it, facing Jamuna, she can’t help but feel she’s tainting him.
“You… you are very good…”
After a while, she speaks with a strained voice, but the words that follow just don’t co out.
At this mont, Jamuna senses the sadness in her eyes, and this makes his heart suddenly panic.
His whole being becos flustered.
“Senior sister, you… don’t be like this, I… did I speak too harshly? I’m sorry, I… I’m just a bit anxious, I…”
“It’s not that.”
Jenna Clark shakes her head, looks at him, and says,
“I just…”
She gives a helpless laugh, but her heart is wrapped in a sense of unnaable sourness, “To be liked by soone like you makes very happy, but…”
“Are the words you’re holding back ant to reject ?”
Jamuna’s voice carries a sense of powerlessness.
Actually, his insistence isn’t about forcing his unilateral feelings; it’s because, through their ti together, he can faintly sense that his senior sister also harbors so fondness for him.
He knows what her concerns are, and those concerns are precisely what he minds the least.
Thus, when she uses that ridiculous excuse to reject him, it makes him anxious.
“Senior sister, could you please not reject first?”
He presses his dry lips together, his tone carrying a hint of humbleness.
“Even if it’s just because I’ve waited for you for over twenty years, give a chance. Let’s spend so ti together, and if… if you still feel we aren’t suitable, then… then you can tell …”
Jamuna’s last few words are whispered low, as if they are very hard for him to say.
Jenna Clark lowers her eyelids and remains silent for a long ti.
Jamuna watches her, knowing that she is silently refusing him.
He remains silent for a long while, fearing that pressing her further would annoy her, and eventually, he gives up the idea of forcing her.
“Sorry.”
He utters these two words in a hoarse voice and can’t go on.
In truth, he is really upset now.
Never has there been a thing or a person who could make him feel such a strong sense of helplessness.
“I should go back now. The teacher is waiting for my news.”
After speaking, he turns to leave, but Jenna Clark grabs his wrist.
His form pauses for a mont, then he quickly turns around, eting Jenna’s smiling gaze, “Alright, let’s give it a try.”
Jamuna is stunned for quite a few seconds before he understands the aning of Jenna’s words, and then he smiles.
He reaches out and takes hold of her hand that rests on her wrist, the palm still damp with nervous sweat.
“As long as you’re not afraid of being laughed at for marrying an old woman who could be a grandmother.”
“What’s there to be afraid of? I’ve done nothing, and I’m getting two grandchildren for nothing – that’s a big advantage.”
Jamuna’s mood swings dramatically, but in the end, he gets the outco he wants.
Although Jenna Clark hasn’t directly agreed to marry him, just having the chance to “give it a try” is enough.
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