A cheerful and lively voice accompanied the footsteps into the living room.
Without even looking, he knew it was Susan who had come back. Judging by her tone, she must have had a good chat with Ronan.
He didn’t respond to her.
Susan walked around the sofa, bent down, and sat next to him, her excitement barely contained. “My dad said he’s picked a date and he’s going to discuss it with Uncle.”
“A guy who’s been married before, and you’re still going to marry him?” He lifted his eyelids just a bit, asking slowly.
Susan initially couldn’t accept it. But after giving it some thought, Casper was already thirty; it was perfectly normal for him to have been married. After all, plenty of people wanted to marry into the Welton family. She didn’t care about his past; she only cared that she would be the last one.
“I think what Eliza, Brock’s mom, told me was right.”
Eliza? What had she told Susan?
“What did she say?”
Susan recalled what Eliza had told her that day. “She said, your ex-girlfriends or the women before me were just gardeners trimming the dead branches and leaves in your life. And me, I get a well-groomed, towering tree. Why should I care about your past?”
Casper let out a soft laugh.
She was quite magnanimous. Using her own scars to hand over a well-groomed man to another woman, she felt quite accomplished.
“Susan, I’m not an easy man to tame.”
Susan nodded; she was ready. Capable men were never easily manipulated by women. If they were, it was because they wanted to be. Feelings like this, nurture them, and they turn into love.
“It’s okay, I’m amazing. You’ll definitely fall in love with me,” she said with a hint of confidence.
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