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.

the truth was: he had fallen too

longer cared about being judged for loving someone half

question was...

the stares? The whispers?

things. Grace held his gaze, then

after his money? That I

shrugged. "Fine by me. Like you said,

understood," she added, leaning toward Haines with a

Angeline shook her head, watching her daughter

side. If she could fuse with him, she would. All she

this

them both. After a pause,

her," she said—her voice

deeply. "I’ll make her the happiest, and I give you my word...

it?"

cleared his throat, rubbing his palms against his thighs. The

brows raising. "What’s

glancing at Angeline with traces of embarrassment. "I was just wondering... what should I

Grace: "..."

Angeline: "..."

silence. Even Grace couldn’t bring herself to suggest he

not get into that right now. Let’s just... take it slow.

Grace agreed, laughing awkwardly.

the back of his head. It had been a while since

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

can—" Haines began, but stopped as

she replied. "Grace, help me set

and turned to Haines. "I’ll call you

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

Angeline headed to the kitchen. Grace lingered, her gaze following Haines’s retreating figure.