"Sawyer."
She spoke again, but this time, her tone was different.
Sawyer interrupted her immediately, "Don't say it, Amber. I understand what you mean. You don't need to spell it out."
His tone seemed to beg, please don't say it, let me indulge in this fantasy a little longer.
Amber truly softened. She wasn't blind to Sawyer's feelings.
It was just that she couldn't return his affection, couldn't muster the passionate and sincere love reserved for a lover.
But so what? Amber suddenly pondered. Even the most passionate lovers eventually settle into a calm rhythm, and lovers transform into family.
And her rapport with Sawyer was undoubtedly harmonious. What if she were to marry him?
If he truly wanted to marry her, why shouldn't she agree?
With this thought, Amber made up her mind.
"What are you talking about, Sawyer? Come on, why are you crying?" Amber pretended there hadn't been any inner contemplation, no hesitation, and switched back to her usual teasing tone.
"Don't tell me, you understand what I mean?"
Sawyer was taken aback. "Huh?"
Did he misunderstand? Wasn't Amber meant that.
No, it wasn't. It was just that his display of vulnerability was spot-on.
Three years was enough for Sawyer to figure someone out. Although Amber had been hardened through her suffering. However, as her guide through it all, Sawyer was confident he had become a tender spot in her heart.
"Well, what did you mean then?"
Sawyer countered.
Amber hadn't thought it through but started improvising, "Why don't you tell me what you meant first?"
They went back and forth like this for a while, neither reaching a conclusion. Eventually, someone changed the subject, and they moved on, leaving the matter behind.
By the time they returned, it was too late. The press conference was essentially over, and the crowd had mostly dispersed. Sawyer was left to clean up the mess.
"This is troublesome," he sighed softly. With neither of the AmSawyer Creations heads present, the credibility of the event was severely undermined.
Coupled with Ethan's relentless instigation, the prospects didn't look good.
Amber approached apologetically, "I'm sorry."
"They threatened me with Sunny. I really hope that Sunny was still alive..."
God knew how thrilled she was when she received that news, willing to be deceived even if it was a lie.
"They said Sunny was alive, and I thought the same miracle could happen for Sunny."
But she hadn't found Sunny at that desolate place, instead falling into a trap and being kidnapped.
Overwhelmed with guilt and sorrow, Amber buried her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably.
Sawyer didn't blame her but drew her into his embrace, soothing her gently, "It's alright, it's alright..."
"Sunny is gone," though painful to say, Sawyer continued, "He couldn't be saved after the surgery. I'm sorry, Amber, I couldn't save him."
Though he said this, Sawyer hadn't planned on saving the child in the first place.
"I'll take care of you from now on," Sawyer seized the opportunity, "Let's set the wedding for next month."
Amber buried her face in his chest and nodded lightly.
Although she wasn't sure if this decision was right or wrong.
