Chapter 10
When my mom heard that Lysander was here to propose today, her eyes practically lit up.
Then she seemed to remember something, her expression turning a bit awkward. “But… my Kristine just broke up with that scumbag. Would you mind?”
Lysander shook his head so vigorously he looked like a bobblehead doll.
He even pointed to the bruises on his face like they were war trophies, bragging: “Auntie, look at these bruises! I got them yesterday fighting that bastard who wronged Kristine. The way he treated her-if we didn’t live in a civilized society, I would’ve beaten him to death!”
Hearing Lysander say this, my mom’s eyes got even brighter. “Exactly! That scumbag was blind as a bat.”
Then she looked at Lysander’s bruises with such concern. “Oh Lysander, wait here. Let me get the first aid kit. You need to disinfect those properly-can’t let anything happen to such a handsome face.”
Mrs. Lee walked over and said, “Sir, there are guests here to see you.”
Dad said, “Please show them in.”
Mrs. Lee replied, “Sir, perhaps you should come see for yourself.”
I saw Lysander smile. He stood up, and Mom had already returned with the first aid kit. “Hey, where are you all going? Come on, Lysander, let me treat those
wounds first.”
Lysander obediently sat back down. I was about to follow Dad outside when Mom shoved the first aid kit into my hands. “Here, Kristine. Lysander got into that fight because of you, so you should be the one to tend to his wounds.”
Without another word, Mom stuffed the kit into my hands and followed Dad and Mrs. Lee outside.
Lysander looked at me with this innocent expression. “Well, I guess I’m in your hands, Kristine.”
I could see him trying really hard not to smirk.
I took out a cotton swab, dipped it in iodine, and pressed it against his bruises with a bit more force than necessary. He hissed and sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes getting misty as he looked up at me. “Kristine, are you trying to murder your future husband?”
frowned. “Don’t talk nonsense. I never agreed to marry you.”
was about to turn away when he pulled me down onto his lap. He leaned close to my ear and whispered, “But Kristine calls me husband every night.” His warm breath against my ear made my whole body tingle.
My parents had already returned with the guests and walked in just in time to see this scene. They all quickly turned around saying, “Looks like we came at a
ad time. Didn’t see anything, nothing at all.”
quickly pushed him away and stood up. That smug smile of his just wouldn’t fade. I cursed him silently-such a sly fox.
But he acted like nothing happened as he stood up. “Dad, Mom, you’re finally here.”
My parents brought his parents to sit on the couch. I made an excuse about being hungry and not having eaten breakfast yet, planning to escape to the dining
oom.
But Mom said, “Lysander came so early, he probably hasn’t eaten either. Take him with you.”
-ysander nodded cooperatively. “I’m so hungry I could eat a whole wolf.”
So while our parents discussed our wedding arrangements in the living room, he and I sat in the dining room for breakfast. Despite the huge dining table, he nsisted on sitting right next to me.
Just as I was about to drink my soy milk, he’d already picked up a glass and placed it in my hands. When I reached for fruit, he’d already speared a strawberry with his fork and brought it to my lips. It was like he could read my mind-whatever I wanted, he knew a step ahead.
I looked at him suspiciously. He grinned back at me. “What? Do I have something on my face?” He even touched his own face.
“Lysander, even though something happened between us, what makes you think I’d agree to marry you? Doria was a complete scumbag, but what does that make you-someone who helped him treat me like a plaything? I only went along with your little act because you have good genes. You actually took it
seriously?
In an instant, I watched his cheerful expression crumble.
His eyes filled with tears as he bit his lip. “I know it was wrong, but Kristine, the reason 1…”
“Enough, I don’t want to hear it!”
I didn’t listen to his explanation and got up to leave.
But why did my heart ache like this?

Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.

 
	 
 
		 
		 
		 
		 
		