She bit her lip, contemplating his question. The uncertainty lingered—could he truly love her as a woman? Yet, hope persisted in her heart.

“You already know how to make me happy, and that’s what matters,” she reassured him.

“What if he wanted someone else?” he probed further.

“He does?”

“No, just a hypothetical question,” he clarified. “But what if you end up hurting him in the process?”

“I won’t let that happen,” she replied confidently.

“Can you promise me you won’t hurt me?”

“Why would I hurt you? I love you, don’t I?”

“Let’s go,” he decided abruptly, rising from his seat. “Somewhere else.”

She trusted him implicitly and followed...