Walter was instantly paralyzed with fear and couldn't speak for a long moment.

"Alright then." He sighed in defeat, awkwardly opened the door and stepped aside, his head hanging low.

"What is this." Effie entered to find the living room filled with ruined paintings, dozens of them scattered everywhere.

"Effie, please don't laugh at me. I've never painted before; I just started learning, " Walter said, his head hanging even lower in embarrassment.

Effie was puzzled. "What are you doing, acting all mysterious? How did you end up in such a state after just a few days?"

She wandered around the living room, picking up a painting to examine it.

The painting depicted a girl practicing taekwondo, done with some skill but lacking in detail.

Walter quickly snatched the painting from her hands, hiding it behind him, looking anxious as if it held some secret.

"Walter, my patience is running thin. Be honest with me, "

Effie said, her brow furrowed, staring intently at him as if trying to see through him.

Walter scratched his head, torn, but he knew Effie was not one to back down. If he didn't speak, he might get into trouble.

"I, I want to propose to you, " Walter mumbled, his voice barely audible, stuck in his throat.

Effie was taken aback. "What did you say?"

Oh my God, did she just hear that right? He wanted to propose, he wanted to propose!

What had she done? Why had she interrupted him? Why had she done something so foolish?

But how was he planning to propose, with these raggedy paintings?

"Turn the painting over, " Walter said, seemingly guessing her thoughts, his expression suddenly turning forlorn.

Effie, suppressing her intense curiosity, did as he said and turned the painting over.

There, on the back of the painting, were the words "Marry Me, " hidden cleverly within the artwork, impossible to notice at first glance.

Effie stood there, stunned.

This guy's thinking is quite unconventional.

While others propose with romantic gestures like flowers, gifts, and candlelit dinners, all things romantic and extravagant, here was Walter, painting himself into a mess. But still, the sentiment was genuine.