Grant had his hand on his cheek, a bruise starting to form because of your slap.

"I'm sorry. I promise you that I'm not a creep", he desperately spoke to you. "But you can't go out with that man, whoever the hell he is"

"Listen to me", Grant firmly held your hand and met your eyes with sincerity and determination. "I know it's going to make me sound like a lunatic, but please believe me. You're my wife... well... er.... going to be my wife."