Sean let out a soft laugh. Those pitch-black eyes of his were full of stubborn devotion. “But me? I’m the type who likes to hang myself from one tree.”

“...”

In my head, I thought: Serves you right for being a masochist and staying single.

But then I reconsidered—men as devoted as Sean? They were rare.

What kind of blind girl could look at a pearl like Sean and still pass him up?

“Exactly. That person had to be ...