Chapter 844 Are You Serious About That?

Sotiria could not take even a step forward. It was as if her feet were cemented to the ground. She did not know how, but by the time she realized it, the words had already come out of her lips. “Are you serious, Mr. Connor?” Zachary, standing tall and stalwart, replied, “Yes. I’m serious.” “I don’t understand…” Sotiria felt as if there was a rabbit in her arms. “I know myself the best. You don’t like me. No! There’s no way you would like me. You probably dislike and despise me to the core. Just how much hatred do you have for Garrison that you’re willing to tie to a woman you despise for the rest of your life to get back at him?” “My desire to marry you has nothing to do with the feud between Garrison and me.” As the seductive and clear voice got louder and louder, Zachary arrived in front of Sotiria. The man before her was the most majestic and handsome man she had ever seen. He had an imposing aura that would send a shiver down the spine of whoever dared to make eye contact with him. Sotiria instinctively lowered her head. “Then, why?” ‘Because he really loves me?’ Hah! Even Sotiria herself was amused by the thought that popped up in her mind. Zachary was the noblest and most perfect man in Rothesay. There were countless celebrities, supermodels, and socialites who wanted to win his affection, but so far, she had not heard of a woman who had managed to make his eyes stay on her for more than a second. He was such a picky man, and he would fall in love with a woman like her that had a filthy past? ‘Hah! Please stop dreaming, Sotiria!’ That being said, even though Sotiria found the thought nonsensical, there were still hints of anticipation bubbling at the bottom of her heart. It was as if she was expecting him to say he really liked her! Zachary, whose eyes were as cold as eyes, said, “Do you want to hear the truth or the lie?” “Of course it’s the truth!” Sotiria replied without any hesitation. The moment Zachary heard her answer, the teasing smile that played on his lips vanished. A serious and stern expression replaced it. “You’re right. I don’t like you, and I will never fall in love with you. In this world, there is only one woman that I love. Unless she comes back from the dead, I will not love again for the rest of my life.” Sotiria’s finger trembled. She knew the woman Zachary talked about. The woman was Charlotte Simmons, the “little girl” that Zachary always talked about. Charlotte! When she had first heard this name, she had only felt that this name was familiar and close to her. She had no idea why she would now be jealous and even hated the woman with this name whenever she thought of it. Zachary continued. “But I know that she can never come back to me anymore until I met you. You have her face, and whenever I’m talking to you, I have an illusion that it’s her who’s standing in front of me.” Sotiria’s brain buzzed. “At the end of the day, Mr. Connor just treats me as her substitute.” “You can say that.” At that moment, Zachary felt as if the woman standing before him had turned into Charlotte again. He couldn’t help himself and took her hand with deep affection as he said, “Marry me, and I’ll make sure your life will be a dazzling and radiant one.” Sotiria was still awake. She wanted to reject him, but she had no idea why she could not bring herself to do it. The man in front of her was cold as an arctic wind, but his hands were the warmest thing in the world. She could feel a tide of warmth spreading from his hand to her whole body, making her feel as if she had fallen into a summer garden, and her world was filled with nothing but the fragrance of flowers and warmth…