Eliana glanced at him, "Am I wrong?"

His expression suddenly turned serious as he held her tight, "Then let's go get us married tomorrow."

"No," she refused.

"Hmm?"

"Not until you get better. I won't get married until your health improves."

She had to push him on this; otherwise, he'd never take care of himself.

If something happened to him, she'd end up a young widow—no way she wanted that.

Well, ...