Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Chapter 33

asked, a hint of mockery in his voice. His tone and attitude made my temple vein throb. I glanced at Aren, and I saw his eyes darken. A second later, his lips formed a cold smirk, more dangerous than a death threat.

I pulled a shaky breath into my lungs and stretched out my hand. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Winton, and happy birthday.” My words made the old man lift his eyebrows in surprise. Did he think that I would be too intimidated to speak? Unfortunately for him, I was too annoyed by him to be afraid. “Aren and I are getting married by the end of the month. We would love you to be present at our ceremony.” I shot him the most beaming smile my lips could form.

I

Both Aren and Augustus looked at me in disbelief. Did I say something wrong? Was I not supposed to invite his grandfather to our wedding? Oh, God… I had just screwed up Aren’s plan, didn‘t I?! If I did, then it was his fault for not telling me things that I shouldn’t do, but… what now?!

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I glanced nervously at Aren while panic rose within me, but then I saw a flash of a smile on Aren’s face. He wasn’t displeased. On the contrary, his expression showed confidence and satisfaction.

“We would like you to be at our wedding, Grandfather. Of course, I’ll send you an official invitation,” Aren stated, slightly nodding toward the still stunned Augustus.

“You’re in quite a rush with the wedding.” The old man tried to cover his grimace with a nervous laugh. “I bet you merely know each other. Why marry so soon?”

Aren glared at Augustus before turning his eyes my way. “When you meet the right person, you know it the second you meet.” He smiled at me warmly, sending pleasant shivers down my spine. “The moment I saw Cora, I knew that I would spend the rest of my life with her.”

My heart fluttered even though I told myself that it was just his act. Did I want it to be true? Or was it because I had never felt appreciated in my real relationship as much as I did in my fake one?

Augustus broke through my moment of daze, clearing his throat. “I have many guests tonight, but… Why don’t you and Cora come to the mansion for a Sunday dinner? If we’re about to become family soon, then we should know each other better…” he coaxed, forcing a smile.

“Honey?” His deep, seductive voice placed an instant blush on my cheeks.

I took a deep breath and looked at Aren’s grandfather. “We’d love to come.”

Augustus Winton clapped his hands. “Excellent! I will tell the kitchen to prepare Aren’s favorite then.”

my waist as he looked at his grandfather.” Do you even know what my favorite dish was?”

course I do!” He laughed nervously. “You used to

I hated it,” Aren said curtly,

It was rather awkward to stand in the middle of their fight, yet I chose to smile as if I didn’t notice

I got it wrong,” his grandfather muttered, a grim frown painting his forehead. In this fight with his grandson, it was Augustus who was at

his tone. Augustus gritted his teeth. “Yes… but

yourself would recognize the best quality ginseng tonic and Da Hong Pao tea…

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bowed in a

with blazing redness. He was like a mad volcano and a single push could cause its violent eruption.

to stay in good health.” I gave him my best professional smile, which I practiced on the most irritating Café Dorado clients. “Drinking ginseng tonic every day will certainly keep you

soft chuckle, but I didn’t dare look at him, too embarrassed by my own words. I guess that my contracted fiancée liked my bold announcement since he pulled me into an

care of yourself if you want to enjoy your great grandchildren,

dry smile. “Now, would you excuse me… I have other guests to entertain,” he tossed as he was turning around to walk away from us. Aren chortled and kissed the top of my head, increasing the blush on my cheeks. “You did

I’m able to.” An abrupt, shaky breath left my throat, but no words followed. His words caused my brain to malfunction… again! His arrogance should have earned him a slap, but my body got turned on instead. I felt helpless. I could only see him straightening with a satisfactory smirk, as I struggled to contain my flusteredness. “Relax, Cora,” he said, taking two glasses of champagne

Aren got access to the mansion. Nonetheless, I couldn’t help but feel restless for

coming from behind us. Aren clicked his tongue, annoyance surfacing in

to avoid us, aren’t you?” the

face her. She turned out to be a thin, light-brown-haired woman in her fifties, dressed in a silk navy blue gown with an Ostrich feather rim adorning her off-the-shoulder neckline. She had her hand looped around

love

gave a quick nod

curt greeting, I realized that I was standing in front of Vanessa and James

glancing at me, “My mother is dead, and I’m

like that to the woman

burst out into icy laughter, taking a step forward to his father. “Raised me?! A fine joke, father! I would die Bf starvation if

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