Actually, this is the best choice for you.
Before Skye Lawrence could grasp the meaning of his words, Nicholas Lawrence had already taken a strong stance, "How about getting married next month, as per your grandpa's wishes?"
Next month...
Skye Lawrence startled, her body reacting faster than her brain, she instinctively raised an objection, "Next month is too soon, I haven't made up my mind yet, we've only met a few times, I think we need to get to know each other better."
"When do you plan to get married then?" Nicholas Lawrence, much more tempered than Old Master Lawrence, although assertive, wasn't too forceful, at least he would ask for her opinion.
When do I plan to get married... Skye was somewhat at a loss with the persistent questioning. She had thought about marrying Oscar, but as to when, she had never considered.
Moreover, whenever she thought about this question, her mind would involuntarily fill with a sense of revulsion.
