Whether Hawthorne was telling the truth or not, Yvette’s grandfather understood all too well: Yvette had no chance with Hawthorne anymore.
“Grandpa, why are you still talking to him?”
Yvette’s eyes brimmed with tears of frustration. Hawthorne really was hopeless—how could he tell Grandpa he was already married? Who was his wife, and where was she?
Was he just saying that to turn her down? Or was he simply too embarrassed to admit his feelings?
Yvette wiped her tears away and decided to confront things head-on.
“Hawthorne, just tell me plainly—what do you really mean? All these years you’ve looked out for me, and I agreed to marry you.”
Her grandfather never imagined his granddaughter could be so shameless. He felt utterly humiliated.
“Yvette, that’s enough.”
She stamped her foot. “Grandpa, at this point, what’s left to hide? Hawthorne’s so dense—if he won’t say something for the sake of our relationship, then I will.”
Her grandfather’s face turned a dark shade of green.
Did Yvette really not get it? Hawthorne clearly wasn’t interested—what was she thinking?
“Yvette—” he warned.
Realizing he couldn’t win this, Yvette’s grandfather shot Hawthorne an apologetic look. “Hawthorne, please don’t mind my granddaughter. She’s just had too much to drink and is talking nonsense.”
Hawthorne set his teacup down with a calm expression. “It’s alright. I actually came today on behalf of my wife.”
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