The Love that Never Really Dies (Sasha and Sebastian)

"Announce what?”

About a minute passed before Ian's rather bewildered voice rang out from the room.

Upon hearing that, Sasha was promptly taken aback.

Huh? Why is he wearing such a perplexed expression?

"Well, your marriage with the daughter of the Lightburn family. Ian, didn't your great-grandfather tell you about this matter back when he sought you out?”

In a flash, Ian's gaze turned chilly.

"What? He only told me that Sigrun wants to come here to study and that her grandfather Is his old comrade-in-arms, so he wants me to take care of her as much as possible when she comes over. When did such a farce occur?"

By the time he enunciated the last sentence, his voice was terrifying to the core. His handsome countenance was also blanketed with a layer of ice that would chill one to the marrow.

Sasha was dumbstruck.

It seems that he really didn't know about this. So, what exactly is Jonathan's problem that he didn't even bother telling Ian about this? Doesn't he know that he needs to respect Ian's wishes since he's already an adult?

She hurriedly coaxed, "All right, all right, since you weren't aware of it, we'll scrap this matter. You don't like Ms. Lightburn, do you?"

"Mom, do you think my taste in women is that horrible?" Ian retorted.

Following that, Sasha burst into giggles. "Haha..."

torn between crying

who was eavesdropping outside, had gone entirely pale as they both joked in the

also contorted into

over because our families measured our compatibility and agreed to the match. Only then was I sent here. Now, he's calling off our marriage with a single remark of having no feelings for me

hands balled into such tight

in the morning after arriving at the

by the time she reached the kitchen. That aside, the fragrance of food was already

You woke

of the girl

over her shoulder. At once, a shy

Good morning,

from Vivi that you cooked for them every day, I told

Sasha walked in and saw that the breakfast in the kitchen actually consisted of both Chanaean and western cuisines, her fondness for Susan grew.

was inwardly

I'm glad she likes it!

Hayes, you should step out first,

I'd like to ask whether you know that Ian

Huh?

as her words fell, Susan, who had been bustling around, abruptly stilled as though frozen in time. Her fair face promptly drained

sick? When

inexorably disappointed to

said Ian has been very despondent recently and even visited the psychologist

Clang!