Chapter 162 Marry Me

Once he finished tending to her wounds, Theo took out a pair of brand-new cotton slippers and gently placed them on Sierra's feet.

One side of the slipper had a plush star, and the other a soft, fuzzy moon.

Sierra's eyes lit up as she looked at them. "Uncle Theo, these slippers are so cute."

Her eyes sparkled like a crescent moon, catching the soft glow of the night. Theo watched her quietly, a faint, nearly imperceptible smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"I saw them and immediately thought of you."

His voice carried through the night, imbued with the crisp chill of late autumn-low and husky, as if it could settle deep into one's soul.

A ripple of emotion stirred in Sierra's chest, breaking the calm. "Thank you," she whispered.

"In the future, don't force yourself to wear shoes that don't fit."

his words carrying an unspoken message. Before she could respond, he wiped his hands with a wet tissue and

earnest. "Uncle Theo, thank

look at her, his eyes flickering with

about Benson forcing her into marriage. Under his intense gaze, she

didn't want to

to trouble me, or were you afraid I'd propose to you in public instead?" Theo leaned in, his dark, unwavering gaze fixed on her, analyzing

weight of his stare, Sierra grew uneasy. She lowered her head,

you'd rather marry Benson than me? Guess I wasted my time coming here

of mocking amusement. Sierra immediately shook her head, eager to clarify, "No, that's not it! I only

he asked as he closed the distance between

his eyes, the depth of his

Theo... I don't want to get married," she whispered, her voice barely above a

in Theo's eyes as he spoke in a low, measured tone, "If I hadn't heard the news and arrived in time today,

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