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Chapter 8 Breakfast

Author: Mira Light
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-03-01 22:00:02

　　She grabbed her coffee and took a quick sip to cover her reaction.But it was too late—her entire face felt like it was on fire.

　　"When we what?"she managed to say.

　　Adrian remained perfectly calm,as if he hadn’t just casually mentioned marriage over breakfast.

　　"When we get married,"he repeated,setting down his coffee cup with ease."I assume you’ll want to keep eating food like this."

　　Emily stared at him,utterly thrown.

　　He had said it so naturally,so certainly,as if their marriage was already a settled matter.

　　"Adrian…"She swallowed,suddenly feeling restless."You can’t just—say things like that so casually."

　　His gaze softened ever so slightly."You don’t have to be nervous,"he said smoothly."I’m not forcing you to decide anything right now."

　　Emily opened her mouth,then closed it,unsure how to respond.

　　He was so calm about it.So assured.

　　As if he knew she would say yes eventually.

　　She set

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