Jose Floyd was silent for a moment, "Jorge, have you ever thought about—getting married?"
"Getting married? To whom? Considering Lydia and I's current situation, we can't get married. And besides Lydia, I can't marry any other woman." Jorge Saxton said this while looking at Jose Floyd, "You want to get married? Well, congratulations to you, Young Master Floyd. It's rare for someone as cold and unfeeling as you to want to get married. Nicole must truly be very important to you."
Jose Floyd took one of Jorge Saxton's cigarettes and lit it, his eyes becoming quite deep through the smoke. "I'm asking about you, not myself."
"Can you honestly say that the thought of marriage hasn't once crossed your mind? Jose, you can't lie to me."
"Nothing to say to you." Jose Floyd held the cigarette, took the photo he had placed on the coffee table, and walked out, "I'm leaving. You go ahead and cling to your TV series and miss your Lydia Brooke!"
