"Dylan, please listen first. You've already come to terms with my plan. Things are not what you think. I didn't betray you," Katty said as she chased after Dylan who was about to leave for the office. She wouldn't let their relationship deteriorate over a disagreement about Demian's match with Rosalind. "There's no misunderstanding here. I made it clear last night that from now on we're going to stick to our own plans!" said Dylan, ignoring his mother's request. Disappointed at feeling betrayed, he no longer wanted to listen to any explanation. "Don't be like that, dear. Listen to my explanation first. There's a good reason why I went back on my word. Please, please give me a chance to come forward. Okay?""What good reason, huh?"Furious, Dylan stopped walking then turned to face backwards. The look in his eyes was sharp, showing how much he disliked the ongoing conversation. "What reason do you want to tell me? Do you want to tell me that the woman you're going to match with Demia

Rosalind sat wringing the hem of her shirt as she faced her parents. She had just returned from the hospital and was escorted home by Mrs. Katty, the woman of the man she had accidentally helped the other day. "So you intend to propose to... her?" asked Viona as she pointed at Rosalind. His heart nearly gave out when the waiter informed him that Rosalind had come home with a woman who was Mrs. Stewart. The news was so shocking that he forgot he was talking to a woman from the most prominent family in their country. "Her?" Katty parroted. (I love this. The more they show their dislike for Rosalind, the easier it will be for my plan to marry her off to Demian. Yes yes yes, I really like this scene,) "A-ah, that, I mean Rosalind," said Viona, correcting the first remark. She then cleared her throat softly. "Mrs.Katty, are you serious about that? D...em I mean Rosalind, is a woman who can't do anything. She has always been at home and almost never interacts with the outside world. Are

(What should I do when I meet Demian later? We don't know each other, and we haven't even met since the attack. It will definitely be very awkward. What should I do?) CeklekRosalind's reverie was broken when someone opened the door to the room where she was waiting. Nervous, she squeezed the white wedding dress that clung snugly to her body. Rosalind then ventured to look at the person who was now staring at her with a flat expression. Sad, but she tried to hide it. "Dad,""Remember, Ros. You must not show any behavior that could embarrass our family. If you do, don't expect your name to be on the Johnson family register," Bently threatened matter-of-factly. Rosalind smiled wryly. Even on her happy day, her father was still being cruel and catty. Shouldn't they be hugging each other and crying tears of joy because soon she would be taken to the groom's family? Sad. As a child, Rosalind had tried so hard to make her family proud. However, it all seemed meaningless just because she

"Sir," Niel greeted as he bowed to Mr.Morgan who had just arrived in the living room. He was currently at the Stewart family residence. "How are you today? Did you sleep well last night?" Receiving attention from Niel made Morgan unable to help but smile. Assisted by his assistant, he sat himself on the sofa as he invited Niel to sit down as well. Putting on a big smile, Morgan expressed how happy she was today.  "It's not spring yet in our city, but my heart is already filled with the flowers that are starting to bloom. It's so cool and beautiful." Niel smiled. "So am I, sir. The unexpected unification has made many people seem to be in the illusory phase of spring. A very good day." "You're absolutely right, Niel. Demian's union with Rosalind has brought a breath of fresh air to all of us. It's a relief that yesterday's event went solemnly and smoothly," Morgan continued as he nodded in satisf

"What should I tell Mom and Dad inside?" asked Rosalind as she squeezed the hem of her shirt. She and Demian had arrived at the main house five minutes ago. However, the man who was now her husband remained motionless. Rosalind was awkward, so decided to open the conversation. "You're limiting our relationship. Don't be angry if I ask a lot of questions. I'm doing it so that you don't feel that I want to interfere too much. So please answer." Demian still didn't budge in his silence despite Rosalind's insistence that he answer immediately. Boredom, disgust, annoyance, and disgust. All these feelings were mixed together and filled every corner of his heart and mind. Making her mood chaotic and messy.  "Dem, don't keep me quiet like this. We just got married, and this is the first time I set foot in your parents' house. Please tell me what to do when I get inside. Please." "Can you not provoke my annoyance?" said Demi