Novel & Cerita Betrothal Sentence

Looking at Bai Yiyi, who was still asleep in her cradle, Wu Mochen's little face beamed with satisfaction. The triplets and Lil Yan were meeting Wu Mochen for the first time. Yi Qianjin asked Wu Mochen curiously, "What's a betrothal?" After all, the word ‘betrothal’ was a word she had never heard before. Wu Mochen pressed his lips together and ignored them. Zhuo Yan answered Yi Qianjin, "It's a tradition where a man brings gifts to the bride's house and expresses his will to marry her. If the bride's family accepts the gifts, it means they’re willing to let him marry their daughter."

one of the investors beside me, Jones I think was his name, said as he took a sip from his wine. “Yeah,” I nodded with a tense smile as I turned my head the other way expecting him to take the cue and stop talking to me but of course he did the opposite and ran his mouth. “A fine gentleman isn't he?” He said, turning to face me fully. “Who?” I asked, deciding to indulge him. “Your betrothed.” Did he just say betrothed?! Who the hell uses that statement in this time and age. “Yes,” was all I said and then I turned around again. I needed to stop the conversation. I was already dreading the ride home which will definitely be wet and irritating.

she said walking beside me now. " Any of what?" I asked, acting dumb about what she was talking about. " Oh...he didn't tell you." She said and started to lessen her strides but I matched her pace. " Tell me what? I don't own him " I said acting indifferent. " I'm his betrothed," she said looking away from me when I looked at her. " Betrothed? Like, you're going to marry Aidan?" " Yeah. I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention either but I can't disobey my parents"

The Proposal Year of the Roses Floral Season The Orchard Altsas Kyan WHAT IS A MAN SUPPOSED TO DO to please his betrothed? One he barely knows in fact. I pace impatiently as the maid cuts at the yellow and red aromatic flowers to form a huge bouquet. I don't know why but I have this urge to impress her somehow. This betrothal is neither her or my choice. I am a victim as much as she is but I want to make it up to her. I was really nervous about giving her the bracelet, I hope she likes it.

The word landed deliberately. “I’m your betrothed,” she added softly, as if reminding me of something I’d momentarily forgotten. “And I already told the maids to prepare something for us. They should be arriving at any moment. I know that you don’t like surprises, but you haven’t eaten, I asked them, and if I had asked you… you wouldn’t have told me that you didn’t eat.” I exhaled slowly, but Elara didn’t stand down from whatever she was proposing.

Sarah excitedly rushed to the meeting place when she got Hunter's call. "Honey, I have some good news for you," she said, her tone laced with excitement. "I'm pregnant. It's yours. We're going to be parents." Hunter held the pregnancy test report indifferently and scoffed, "I always use protection. Besides, I've been taking male contraceptive injections for a long time to prevent myself from accidentally impregnating you. So, whose child is it that you're carrying?"

Nuong sighed, "Brene Brian is an educated person, and this person, he is not ..." Finally, she stopped and walked over to look at her: "You don't have to worry, I understand." She walked out the door, sighed sadly, raised her head and suddenly saw him standing in front of her. "I'm here to deliver the betrothal, on the first day of next month, you should prepare well." He waved his hand, the servant of the Guun residence brought the bride in, and on the gift box were all crimson letters of happiness. "Brother . . ." She didn't expect this to happen, stammering and unable to speak

I said. “ We have been betrothed to each other “ she replies. “ I don’t believe in betrothing and I don’t think I ever choose you, anyways I am done talking with you” he said and next I heard a gunshot and Irene screamed out .

I admitted, "Everyone expects something from you, and you're burdened with responsibilities even if you don't want them. It's a life of appearances, of having to uphold a certain image." I could feel his attentiveness and his keen gaze on me. "And then there's the matter of... well, being betrothed," I added, "It's not as simple as love or companionship. It's a political alliance. It's something that was supposed to be a strategic move between my father and his. It had nothing to do with the heart." He remained silent, allowing me to pour out my feelings without judgment. "I wasn't sad at the palace," I began, my voice soft yet resolute, "but I can't say I was truly happy either."

He asked with concern. I placed the liquor glass on the table and replied honestly, "She's in my head all the time." I muttered to their hearing, leaned back on the chair and closed my eyes. "And as if I never had such a cloudy head and mood, my mom suddenly proposed the idea of getting married to a girl. Said we were betrothed ever since we were…" I ruffled my hair angrily and angrily poured myself a drink. "Betrothed ? How does the girl look? Does she look hot?" Owen suddenly interrupted me with shiny eyes as if that was what he cared about despite my explanation.