Chapter 802

Willow paused when she saw the expectation in Ian's eyes. She knew he was waiting for her to address him with a more intimate name. After all, they would marry, and it would be natural for them to address each other more affectionately. "Mr. Nightingale, I'm not used to calling anyone that way. I—" "Willow, I'm not just anyone. I'm your future husband, who will spend his life with you." "Mr. Nightingale, can I just call you Ian? It's intimate enough, and it feels comfortable to say!" Willow couldn't help but praise herself for her intelligence after saying it. Ian's eyes darkened somewhat at her suggestion, but he stopped discussing how she should call him. Willow assumed he had accepted her suggestion, and she quietly sighed in relief. Seeing that he was still holding her tightly, she said hesitatingly, "Ian, I'm heavy. You must be tired of carrying me like this. Why don't you set me down? I'll walk on my own." However, he held her tighter, showing no intention of letting go.