Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ novel 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.

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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.”

Aren chuckled coldly, his arms tightening around my waist as he looked at his grandfather.” Do you even know what my favorite dish was?” 

“Of course I do!” He laughed nervously. “You used to love our chef Francesco’s chicken stew.”

“That was my father. I hated it,” Aren said curtly, his tone making Augustus step back

I almost gasped at the iciness of Aren’s words. It was rather awkward to stand in the middle of their fight, yet I chose to smile as if I didn’t notice their mutual hostility.

“Then… 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 was unable to hide how much he hated that inferior position. Aren, however, clearly enjoyed every second of this situation.

“Did you see your gift from us?” Aren asked, instantly brightening his tone. Augustus gritted his teeth. “Yes… but it’s all in Chinese.”

Aren smirked. “Oh, dear… I thought that a man of the world such as yourself would recognize the best quality ginseng tonic and Da Hong Pao tea… I guess I was wrong. I apologize for that.”

Between love and hate

He bowed in a theatrical gesture.

i barely stifled a laugh. Augustus’s face flooded with blazing redness. He was like a mad volcano and a single push could cause its violent eruption. I couldn’t let that happen.

“Mr. Winton… Aren cares about you and wants you 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 healthy for many years to come, so you can play with your great-grandchildren when they’ll appear.”

I heard Aren’s 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 even closer embrace, standing behind me, my back pressed against his chest and stomach

“You heard my wife-to-be, you need to take care of yourself if you want to enjoy your great grandchildren, and we are planning a few,” he stated, his fingertips teasingly stroking my belly.

“How dare you talk like that to the woman who raised you!” James Winton roared.

James Winton frowned and clenched his fist. “I guess you did the right thing choosing your mother’s name. You don’t deserve to call yourself Winton.”