Their eyes met.
The young man's eyes were filled with worry.
He hadn't seen what Mrs. Grant did with his own eyes, but while dealing with the subsequent rumors, he had managed to piece together the entire scene from fragmented information and a few photos.
The Grant Family didn't treat her well.
Of course he wanted to get engaged to her, to be bound to her for life.
Just the thought of it made his heart race erratically, like a bottle of sparkling water that had been shaken violently before being opened.
A dense rush of bubbles surged out—a strange mix of sour and sweet washing over his senses. The fresh scent of the soda filled his nose, spreading silently through every fiber of his being.
But she didn't want to.
Her gaze, her movements, her hesitant words—everything about her rejected the engagement.
"No, no, don't apologize. It was all just a misunderstanding. As long as it's cleared up, everything's fine."
"And the Grant Family didn't do anything to me."
