Helen POV

My eyes widen and I almost choke on my wine. Jason is looking at me,his eyes hooded but I can see the seriousness in them. I look away, unable to keep his gaze.

" What are you talking about?" I almost stutter. Jason's answers stir something deep inside me. The hope I have been trying to suppress.

" I am just asking if you think I can make a good husband." Jason repeats.

" Does my opinion matter? You should ask that to the woman you want to spend the rest of your life with,not me." I answer, taking a sip of my wine. I try to act...