Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1749: I think... it’s something like that

"Please. Let me love her."

Grace and her mother, Angeline, stared at Haines in equal surprise at everything they had just heard. Haines kept his eyes locked on Angeline, his hold on Grace’s hand tightening.

As he squeezed her hand, Grace looked down at their intertwined fingers. Her eyes softened, and a subtle smile curled on her lips. When she lifted her gaze to him, it shimmered with affection and appreciation.

Happiness? To the point of tears?

Was that what she meant when she started pursuing Haines?

’I think... it’s something like that,’ she thought.

Because, oddly enough, she didn’t feel like squealing or jumping out of joy. She didn’t feel like shouting in excitement. Instead, her eyes stung with tears at hearing his words.

Meanwhile, the surprise on Angeline’s face slowly shifted into quiet resignation.

"Goodness," she sighed, glancing at her daughter, who was now gazing at Haines with undeniable affection. Shaking her head mildly, she looked back at Haines and nodded.

"I’m not going to break the two of you up."

She chuckled in defeat. "Haines, my daughter is the only thing I have in this world. Her happiness is mine. But you and I... we’re practically the same age. If I’m not wrong, you may even be older than me."

"I know," Haines replied, bowing his head slightly as he took a deep breath. His grip on Grace’s hand tightened until she squeezed his hand back.

When he turned to her, Grace offered him an encouraging smile. She gave a gentle nod, and that was all it took for the tension in his shoulders to ease.

"If you make my daughter happy, I won’t complain," Angeline continued. "However, both of you—" she paused, waiting until their attention turned to her. "This is not just for you, Haines, but for you too, Gracie. This relationship will be criticized. People will say cruel things, simply because they don’t understand."

She looked between the two of them. "It’s not going to be easy."

Haines didn’t respond.

Not because he disagreed—he knew exactly what she meant. He’d used that very excuse before to hold himself back.

truth was: he had fallen too

cared about being judged for loving someone half his

question was...

stares? The

silently asking those very things. Grace held

after his money?

clicked her tongue and shrugged. "Fine by me. Like you said, people

don’t want to be understood," she added, leaning

Angeline shook her head, watching her daughter finally

could fuse with him, she would. All she wanted was

this mean... you’re blessing

After a pause, her eyes settled firmly

hurt her," she said—her voice warm now,

make her the happiest, and I give

is it?" asked

his throat, rubbing his palms against his thighs.

Grace asked, brows raising. "What’s

his head before glancing at Angeline with traces of embarrassment. "I was just wondering... what should I call you?

Grace: "..."

Angeline: "..."

Even Grace couldn’t bring herself to suggest

into that right now. Let’s just...

Mom’s right," Grace agreed, laughing awkwardly. "We’ll sort it out

It had been a while since he felt this embarrassed,

brought dinner," Angeline said, changing the subject to clear the lingering awkwardness. "I’ll go get

can—" Haines began, but

for now," she replied. "Grace, help me set

nodded and turned to Haines. "I’ll call you

understood that the mother and daughter probably needed a little time alone. So he excused himself

Grace lingered, her gaze following Haines’s retreating figure.