The Proposal (Male Margaret x reader)

While the story is decent, the author decided to throw the book into a level of purchase that he/she cannot maintain. 15 chaps of preferred  while only writing 1 or 2 per month.  despite the quality, the greed and quantity do not make this a book worth paying for.

In a dim bedroom, where the 3 PC screens are the only source of light, a boy in his late teens could be seen tapping the keyboard keys quickly while he is doing the same thing to his mouse while moving it fast on top of the mouse pad. Around him, you can see a messy bed, empty bags of chips, and bottles of soda. Fatigue could be seen on the lad's face. Dark eye bags, messy hair, and droopy eyes. Anyone could tell that he's been playing for days without rest.

Sepulangnya dari tukang pangkas, dia melihat puteranya sedang bermain di depan rumah. Dia ingin tahu, apakah putranya masih mengenalnya dalam keadaan klimis seperti itu. Karena itu, dia bertanya pada putearanya, dimana rumah Pak Iwan.

A gasp of sudden realization came into him.

"Should we also be afraid?"

Everyone's jaw dropped at this news. There were around 5,000 students in the auditorium that a person would have to search through in order to find the one person with a map to there dorm and none of us knows how many of one color there is. Mrs. Tanazaki says with a that half smile, "I almost forgot, you only have two hours to find your dorms. If you don't find it by then, we'll change the door locks so you won't get in until you pay for the new key. Good luck.".

"I… I don't know what to say, this… this… can I really believe you? After all, I mean, it just has been a few days, why me? You could simply ask Notitiam… he is an information broker, of course, he should know how to speak to people a bit more than me… no, way more than me… I don't know how to talk to them without feeling awkward, uncomfortable, embarrassed… and so on. Notitiam is someone who must speak quite a lot of people, his words must be filled with tricks I wouldn't even be able to understand… he is much more suitable than me, and perhaps, after a few days, you would find him trustworthy… more than me even so."

I tried to get her on the bed but every time I get close to her to calm her down she shatters me away. I can't bear the pain of seeing her in such condition, I don't know how she is bearing this. She begged, -"Chris.... Christian..... Please.... "