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?!

Between love and hate

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.”

tightening around my waist as he looked at his

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

hated it,” Aren said curtly, his tone making Augustus

in the middle of their fight,

maybe 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 a disadvantage. He

us?” Aren asked, instantly brightening his tone. Augustus

recognize the best quality ginseng

Between love and hate

bowed in

mad volcano and a single push could cause

on the most irritating Café Dorado clients. “Drinking ginseng tonic every day will certainly keep you healthy for many years to come, so you can play with your great-grandchildren when

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

yourself if you want to enjoy your great grandchildren, and we are planning a

chortled and kissed the top of my head, increasing the blush on my cheeks. “You did extremely well, my future wife.” I pulled his hands away from my waist, freeing myself before facing him. “Stop teasing me like that, or else I might think that

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,

right. I had already met his grandfather, and Aren got access to the mansion. Nonetheless, I couldn’t help but feel restless for some

voice coming from behind us.

us, aren’t you?”

adorning her off-the-shoulder neckline. She had her hand looped around a tall, middle-aged man with greyish-blond hair and light-blue eyes, wearing a dark grey suit, a white shirt, and a navy tie, the color

eppy love

a quick nod to both

realized that I was standing in front of Vanessa

woman grimaced. “What happened to “mom”?” She laughed nervously while glancing at me, “My mother is dead, and I’m no longer

that to the woman who raised you!” James Winton

forward to his father. “Raised me?! A fine joke, father! I would die Bf starvation if it wasn’t

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