On the other end, a deep, unfamiliar voice spoke.
"I heard you want to marry me."
Nikki immediately recognized who it was. Her body froze for a second before she answered nervously.
"Yes."
The man chuckled, his voice carrying a hint of knowing amusement.
"Weren’t those two so desperate to win your favor before? How quickly their affections have changed…"
Nikki didn’t know what to say. Her palms were slick with sweat, panic creeping through her veins.
The next second, she heard David’s voice, casual yet firm.
"I do."
Then, with a hint of amusement, he added, "But you should’ve heard—I bring bad luck to my wives. I can’t guarantee what might happen if you marry me."
Nikki’s breath hitched. She sniffled and forced a small, bitter smile. "I’m bad luck too. Tough life, unlucky fate… maybe we’re a perfect match."
Silence stretched for a few seconds before David suddenly let out a low, soft chuckle.
"Alright. Wait for me. In seven days, I’ll come back and marry you."
He must have heard the quiet sobs she was trying so hard to suppress. His sigh was barely audible, but when he spoke again, his voice carried a rare warmth—calm, steady, almost reassuring.
"Nikki, don’t cry. From now on, you have me."