2nd. Season -
With a surge of intense emotion, Carlyle flung open the church doors, only to be met with the sight of a couple, standing right there, engaged in a loving kiss. She felt her heart break again as the familiar man exchanged rings with the woman. Tears streamed down her face, and she couldn't hold back any longer, rushing to their faces and crying out, "No... no...Lane...no...!"
Lane turned to her and said, "Carlyle, I never loved you. Leave now, don't ruin my wedding!"
Carlyle collapsed to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. "Lane...please don't do this to me...Lane...no...Lane..."
"Lane...please don't do this to me...Lane...no...Lane..."
Lane shook her shoulders, his face tense as he shouted, "Carlyle, wake up...Carlyle..."
Carlyle slowly opened her eyes. A familiar yet blurry face appeared in front of her, making her heart race once again. She closed her eyes, trying to make sense of it. Hadn't she just watched him get married at the church? How could he be here now? But then she heard his voice calling her name again.
"Carlyle...Carlyle, don't scare me..."
When she opened her eyes again, his face was so close to hers. Realizing this was real, she felt the warmth of his embrace and heard his choked voice.
"Carlyle, I'm sorry! I was too late! It's all my fault."
Suddenly, tears began to slide down her cheeks as her consciousness fully returned. She realized that watching him get married in front of her had just been a dream. The last thing she remembered was being thrown against the wall at Declan's house, and then...
Carlyle wiped away her tears and pushed him away immediately, saying, "Lane, don't—don't touch me. You got married. You shouldn't be here. We shouldn't have nothing to do with each other."
Lane frowned and looked at her, asking, "Carlyle, are you sure we have nothing to do with each other?"
Carlyle noticed the intensity in his eyes and felt the urge to look away.
"Carlyle, I'm still waiting for your answer," Lane pressed.
"We're just..." Carlyle hesitated.
"Just what?"
"It was just sex, nothing more," Carlyle admitted to herself, heart heavy with sorrow. Lane never loved her; it had always been a one-sided fantasy on her part.
"Who says that!" Lane's eyes bore into hers.
Carlyle was stunned. "We shouldn't have any other kind of relationship."
Before she could react, Lane pulled her into his arms again, holding her tightly. "Carlyle, let's get married. Then our relationship will be husband and wife." Since this incident, he realized he couldn't bear the thought of losing Carlyle. When he saw her lying on the ground, it hit him how crucial she was in his heart. He couldn't imagine life without her.
Carlyle's body trembled slightly as she pushed him away. "Lane, you're such a jerk. You just got back from Rome where you got married and now you're asking me to marry you!"
Lane laughed at her reaction. "Carlyle, who told you I got married?"
Carlyle was taken aback. No one had directly told her Lane was getting married.
"You believed in rumors," Lane said with a smile.
"I... I didn't..." Carlyle started to say in frustration, but her words were cut off as Lane leaned in, his kiss overwhelming every nerve in her body. Their deep affection for each other had already become inseparable.
"Carlyle, I love you, I really love you."
Carlyle thought she had misheard. "What?"
Lane smiled. "Didn't I make myself clear? I said I love you, I really love you. Do you love me?"
"I..." Carlyle blushed, turning her face away. But Lane made her look at him.
"I love you too!" Carlyle finally admitted, her face burning with embarrassment. She wanted to hide, but Lane's kisses gave her no escape. She was deeply touched, never expecting Lane to confess his love to her at this moment.
"Carlyle, let's have our wedding together with my sister's, okay?" Lane asked, cupping her face.
"Are you proposing to me?" Carlyle asked.
Lane laughed. "Yeah"
"I don't want to be proposed to in a hospital. It's not romantic at all!" Carlyle suddenly pushed him away. "Lane—I never said I'd marry you!"
Lane pulled her close again, threatening her playfully. "Carlyle, don't forget, I still have the sex tape. You'll never marry anyone else. You'll only marry me."
"Lane, you're threatening me again!" Carlyle said with a smile, nestled in his arms.
She hoped this wasn't a dream. Lane's embrace was where she wanted to be for the rest of her life.
