Chapter 662 - Marry Me

"What will you do?" London asked in a high voice, gritting his jaw and staring at L with fury. "You want to take Lily away from me?"

"I can't let Lily be treated at this hospital's NICU... People will recognize me if I go to the hospital every day to see her. I'll ask Pammy to buy a big house and prepare a NICU room at home for Lily so I can take care of her and b.r.e.a.s.tfeed her at home…" L told in an equally high pitch. "Once I get paid for all the ads from Schneider Group and Virconnect, I'll be able to fund all of Lily's needs..."

London was struck by the words of L.

Oh... he just realized that actually L wanted to buy her own house and prepare a NICU room for Lily at home... just like what London currently wanted to do...

He stared at L with a look of disbelief.

"So..." He gulped. "So you mean... you'll bring Lily to stay with you... because... you want to take care of her yourself...?"

L glared at London's confused face which she thought looked stupid because he repeatedly asked what she had just said.

"Didn't I tell you before? Your apartment is too small to care for a sick prem.a.t.u.r.e baby... If you want to see Lily healthy, you have to get rid of your ego and follow my wishes. We can no longer live in your place and rely on your income as a photographer. I will buy a proper house for Lily. If you want to take care of Lily, you have to move in with me..."

Ahhh... London just realized what L meant.

It turned out that the girl still thought that London was poor and, because his income as a photographer wasn't enough, he was involved with the mafia to get dirty money.

L stressed that she was unwilling if Lily was to be cared for and raised by dirty money, which was why she insisted to take Lily away and live with her in a new home that she would buy with her own money... and London was only allowed to come if he promised to cut ties with the mafia...

A smile was slowly painted on London's face as he looked at L with amus.e.m.e.nt.

"Why... do you always think that I'm involved with the mafia?" he asked. His anger had disappeared entirely.

L frowned. "I already told you, right? You're always being followed by two suspicious men... and you lied to me several times about your work and your location. Like two days ago, you claimed to be in Singapore, even though..."

London pressed his lips, trying to hold back his laughter. Dark clouds that was overshadowing his heart had been replaced with a rainbow. L was indeed grumpy, annoying, and always claimed to be very materialistic, but not once did she ever demand material things from London. She always accepted whatever was given to her without complaining.

And even until the end, she still thought of London as a poor photographer who, in order to meet the needs of his child, fell into the underworld and worked for the mafia...

London acknowledged that L's imagination was quite lively. Unfortunately, the girl was mistaken about his true identity.

"Why are you laughing? Is there something funny? Am I like a clown to you?" L asked, getting annoyed because of London's behavior, which she thought was quite odd.

London shook his head slowly. "I'll cut off all ties with the mafia, throw away my ego as a man, and move to a new home with you, for Lily's sake..."

He then raised his hand as if he had sworn an oath that he would obey all L's requests.

He was happy because L wanted to take care of Lily and was even still thinking about asking him to move in together.

He wouldn't ruin the atmosphere by revealing his identity now and making L go on a rampage because London was apparently still lying to her. He'd find the right time to tell L who he really was.

"Hmm... that is good," L snorted as she lowered London's hand. "I'll ask Pammy to come here tonight so she can find a suitable house and take care of the NICU's room at home for Lily tomorrow..."

He continued to stare at L with a happy expression and a pair of eyes resembling a puppy who had just been given a bone as a gift. His barely-blinking stare made L feel awkward.

"Why are you looking at me like that? That's not good, you know..." the girl grumbled as she cupped her hands to London's eyes. The young man just smiled broadly while holding L's hands.

London lowered L's hands from his eyes and put them on his c.h.e.s.t.

"You make me very happy. I'll go wherever you want to go. As long as you don't separate me from Lily, I'll do anything," he said earnestly. L just looked away and turned her gaze to Lily.

"L..." London brought his face closer to hers.

"Hmm?" L didn't turn her head.

"I love you..." London whispered in a happy voice.

L didn't answer.

"Marry me, L..." London said again.

This time, L turned around and both of her eyebrows twitched. "What are you saying?"

"Marry me..." London repeated his words without hesitation.

L pursed her lips.

"As I recall, you've proposed to me three times, and not once did you do it right. No flowers, no rings, not even getting down on one knee... Hmph... And you're still surprised why I never accepted your proposal?" She grumbled.

Once again, London realized his mistake. L was right. His last proposal was so chaotic; he did it during a hangover due to drinking too much wine, and they both were n.a.k.e.d.

Of course. L was always right.

Now he felt ashamed of himself. How could he say that he loved L and wanted to marry her... yet never seriously tried to propose to her!

Of course, L would always reject his proposal!