Next door lived Dean, who had a nasty temper and a handsomely nasty face.
He got attention everywhere for his looks, but hated people who only cared about appearances.
Hailey, who lived next door, got dragged into his messes every day just for living nearby.
She disliked Dean’s temper, but for some reason, whenever she saw his face, all her anger melted away.
Dean believed Hailey truly loved him for who he was, not just his looks.
He’d boldly sworn never to return to Flojes Ville, but now he was back, proposing to her out of nowhere.
Dean grabbed Hailey’s wrist, ready to slip a ring on.
“Who gets married like this!”
“Didn’t you love me?”
“We haven’t seen each other in almost ten years! I don’t know you well.”
“You’ve always been my first and last.”
They traded words that seemed to run in parallel.
“Fine. Even if your love doesn’t meet my expectations, that’s okay. I’ll make up for it. Let’s get married. I’ll make you love me.”
Goodness, did no one in his family care for Dean enough to keep him from getting this way?
What should she do? How could she shake off this misunderstanding?
Even now, his eyes glittered with a frightening, yet thrilling intensity. She had never received such a passionate gaze before.
Before she knew it, she was very close to Dean.
“We need time to get to know each other again.”
The sun is beautiful because it’s up in the sky.
Oh, she didn’t want it to come close and burn her to a crisp.
Would Hailey be able to safely escape from Dean?
