Dylan said, “If that’s what you want, I’ll spare no effort to make it happen for you.”

“Aren't you afraid I'll take all your money and then kick you to the curb, leaving you with nothing?”

Dylan grabbed her hand, his expression full of trust. “I believe in your character. You wouldn’t do that. And if you did, it would still be my fault.”

“How would it be your fault?”

“You’d only kick me to the curb because I didn’t do well enough. I would have failed to earn your complete trust and love, to make you willing to spend your life with me.

“So the issue would be with me, not you.”

Imogen stared at him for a long moment before suddenly reaching out to pinch his cheek, though she remained silent.

During the movie, Dylan’s attention was entirely on her. He had no idea what the film was about because he was too busy feeding her snacks.

When the movie ended and they left the theater, Imogen scolded him, “I’ve been eating snacks all night and I’m stuffed! It’ll ruin my sleep. You’re comin