Girlfriend finally says ‘yes' to besotted boyfriend who popped question 43 times in seven years
Luke Wintrip, 36, had been desperate to marry Sarah, 38, since 2018.
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But despite his extravagant proposals — including hiring a castle in Prague, horseback- riding on a Jamaican beach, and several candle-lit dinners — she kept turning him down.
Marketing CEO Sarah said of the first rejection: 'I just said, 'No, we've only been together for six months'.
"I loved him but I didn't want to say 'yes' to something I later retracted.'
But tattoo artist Luke vowed to keep persisting.
And on the 42nd proposal, Sarah told him: 'Next time you ask, I'm going to say yes, but just you wait.'
Luke waited a year before taking Sarah to Greenwich in South East London — the home of Greenwich Mean Time.
He said: 'This is the centre of the world and you are the centre of the world and I want you to marry me.'
Mum-of-three Sarah, from Chelmsford, Essex, conceded: 'He finally won my heart.
"He should probably get a Guinness World Record. I am grateful he persisted for so long.'
The couple married in Jamaica in May — although it did not go to plan as Sarah had to struggle through the pain and ended up in hospital with a life-threatening infection when a cyst burst in her groin.
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