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"Where are you going?"
Harry urgently asked in a strained voice, still dressed in his CEO work suit, matching the same pace you're walking.
You kept your face straight, gripping the long dress you were wearing with him hot on your heels, following you until you were out of the back exit of the hotel that was allotted for Harry so paps weren't able to see him, especially in a business party that caused traffic all over the place.
"We're talking about this," he said, his tone being a lot more urgent than before, worry and pain evident.
"Since when did we talk not unless it's about your business or when we attend your own business galas and parties?"
"Y/N, we're gonna talk."
"Now you want to? When was the last time you said I love you? When was the last time we went out on a proper date, just the two of us?"
"Love-..." he tried to start, the both of you stopping in the middle of a parking area, tears continuously coming out of your eyes and his.
"When was the last time that you remembered that you have a fiancée and it's just not about you being the CEO of your goddamn company?"
Harry went silent, swallowing his pride and the lump in his throat, his lip caught in between his teeth.
"Harry, I am so tired of compromising. I am so tired of understanding when-..."
"I can't lose you."
He said in a whisper, loud enough for you to hear since you were the only two people there, shaking his head back and forth.
"We're not breaking up."
You let out a pathetic whimper, the times when Harry stood you up turning into a flashback, but you didn't want to relive those.
"Look, I can lose my company but I cannot afford to lose you!"
He desperately said, the sentence ending in a stern tone but as vulnerable as him when it still did, wanting to get an answer from you and for you to look at him.
"I'm not making you choose between me or your business."
He pleaded with his eyes, his figure mere inches away from yours, still refusing to meet your eyes.
"I know. I don't do things without a reason, that's why I proposed. And goddamn it, Y/N, I was irreasonable these past few months."
Your breathing got caught in your throat, the tight hold in your dress being released.
"I'm not going to hold you back. I'm not going to make you choose between our marriage and your business, you know that."
Harry didn't say anything, closing off the space with him pushing you towards him by holding the small of your back, wrapping his arms around.
"But if it comes to that, I'll choose you; every single day."
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