Chapter 6
At the banquet, Cyrus kept fiddling with his cufflinks, his smile never leaving his lips.
Mrs. Blackwood remarked, “My son barely smiles once a year. But today, he hasn’t stopped since seeing Gemma.”
My mother sighed, “I’ve been asking my daughter to design clothes for me for years, but no luck. This time, for Cyrus’s engagement, she’s designed the clothes and even the cufflinks! I, as her mother, have never had such treatment!”
The older generation at the table chuckled, and I lowered my head,,smiling.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cyrus shift his chair closer to mine, his half–body pressing against mine.
“Why aren’t you wearing your bracelet?” he asked, his voice soft.
I leaned toward him and whispered, “It’s too precious. I want to save it for the wedding.”
Everyone around us laughed, and I could see the love shining in his eyes.
But I felt a bit dazed.
In my past life, I didn’t remember having any connection with Cyrus. This life, after drawing his photo, I only felt he seemed familiar but couldn’t recall where I had met him.
As I was lost in thought, he seemed to read my mind and handed me his ID card.
The ID was in a card holder, and when I flipped it over, I saw my elementary school photo tucked inside.
“Is this…me?” I asked in surprise, staring at the face in the photo, a memory suddenly resurfacing. There had been a transfer student in elementary school. He struggled with Italian and was often bullied. I had helped chase the bad kids away.
But after that, he became quieter and withdrawn, even going mute for several years. I was quite upset when he left. “Are you….the little mute?”
Cyrus slowly twisted the beads on his finger, his smile deepening.
It turned out that after graduating elementary school, he had returned to his hometown but had never forgotten me.
By the time he had the means to come back and find me, he realized I was chasing after Vincent. Feeling disheartened, he had turned to books, trying to forget me.
If I hadn’t chosen him for an arranged marriage, he probably would never show up in the society.
“Fortunately, the pastor said my ties weren’t cut yet, and I should wait for another six months. The phone call from your father came just on the last day of those six months. Gemma, you are my destined partner.”
Under the table, he firmly grasped my hand.
I turned my hand to hold his, then interlocked our fingers.
At the end of the engagement party, I, along with my parents and Cyrus, reported to the police, accusing the Sterling Family of malicious imprisonment, intentional harm, and forcing me to sign an unreasonable agreement.
The lawyer easily convinced the court to declare the agreement invalid, and they were detained for seven days.
Half a month later, Cyrus began taking me to look for wedding homes. Chapter 6
MATTSSAKE
Dreame–Read Roman
One day, we visited a house that was quite nice. On the way home, we were chatting and laughing when we saw Vincent standing at my doorstep with a huge bouquet of roses.
Cyrus moved me behind him, frowning as he stared at Vincent.
“Vincent, Gemma has already said everything she needed to say. Why are you back?”
Vincent ignored Cyrus and kept offering the bouquet to me.
“Gemma, I’ve thought about it carefully. I wasn’t good enough in the past. I loved you but didn’t realize it. Now I know I love you. Since we were kids, I’ve only had eyes for you. Every time you said you loved me, I was thrilled. Every time you said you’d only marry me, I imagined our wedding.”
He knelt down on one knee, holding out a plastic ring.
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‘Gemma, this is the ring you used to propose to me when we were in elementary school. I’ve kept it all these years, just to give it to you. Gemma, please marry me.”
Cyrus, usually calm and composed, showed a rare hint of mockery as he looked at Vincent’s long speech.
“Vincent, when you said you’d only love Miss Rae, did you say so many things as well?”
“Mr. Blackwood, this is between Gemma and me, it has nothing to do with you.”
Tension filled the air between the two.
Meanwhile, I stepped out from behind Cyrus and, in Vincent’s delighted gaze, took the ring from his hand.
Turning to Cyrus, I asked in confusion, “Cyrus, isn’t this the farewell gift I gave you when we were little? How did it end up in his hands?”
