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He deliberately raised an eyebrow and nodded. “Yeah. I mean,
promising young guys like me are hard to find.”
Madeleine punched his shoulder in annoyance.
“You have a girlfriend!”
“Of course, that’s what I told them. But those heiresses didn’t
care. They said you’re just a girlfriend, not a wife.”
Madeleine’s eyes instantly reddened.
Roderick, who had been teasing her, immediately panicked and
cupped her face in his hands.
“Hey… Kev, don’t cry. I was just kidding. Who cares about those
heiresses? What do I care if they hit on me? You know I only
have eyes for you.”
Madeleine sniffled.
After hesitating for three seconds, she said, “Ricki, Quelcia is influenced by the North Atlantic Current all year round. It rains a lot in the fall, and the average temperature in spring is only ten
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degrees, which is a bit cold. You can’t wear dresses.”
As she spoke, her nose started running, and Madeleine gave a
couple more sniffs.
“Right now it’s August, the temperature is just right, and the
days are long. There are more than ten hours of daylight every
day, and the sun doesn’t set until after ten at night…”
This whole speech left Roderick completely baffled.
Was Madeleine… doing a geography quiz?
“So, Roderick, will you marry me in Quelcia before fall comes?”
In the days after they returned from the family estate, Roderick
felt that the way Madeleine looked at him was a little off.
One moment, her eyes were full of love; the next, they were
filled with deep resentment.
He had her come to his office for lunch during work, and
Roderick just couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Is something on your mind lately?”
Madeleine bit the tip of her fork and blinked a couple of times. “No, what could possibly be on my mind?”
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Roderick hesitated. “Did a coworker upset you?”
“My coworkers are fine.”
“Then… did I do something to make you unhappy?”
Madeleine gave him a sideways glance, asking why he would
ask that.
Roderick crossed his arms, looking innocent. “The way you’ve been looking at me these past two days makes me feel like I
owe you millions.”
Madeleine finished her last bite of food, put down her fork, took
a sip of water, wiped her mouth and hands, and then sat up
straight to look at Roderick.
“You owe me a lot more than that!”
Roderick sat up straighter too, uncrossing his arms.
“What do I owe you?”
Madeleine finally let out the anger she’d been holding in for
days. She stood up, but Roderick was so tall that even with her
standing and him sitting, she still didn’t feel intimidating.
enough.
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So Madeleine decisively took off her shoes, stepped onto the
sofa, and stood there with her hands on her hips, glaring at him.
“I can’t believe it was really me who proposed to you!
?
Ricki, did you drug me or something?!”
Roderick, who had been ready to apologize and make amends,
was now completely confused.
All this for that?
Unable to hold back, Roderick burst out laughing.
When Madeleine saw that he actually dared to laugh, she
stomped her foot in anger, making the sofa shake slightly.
“You’re still laughing? This is serious! I’ve been racking my brain
for days and I just can’t figure it out. Me, me, how could I,
Madeleine, be the one to propose marriage?!
?
Roderick held back his laughter and reached out to steady her
leg, afraid she might fall.
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“You must have drugged me. No, no way, I can’t just let this go.”
Madeleine stomped her foot angrily, trying to figure out how to
make up for it.
Roderick looked up at her puffed–up, angry face, and his smile
deepened.
Then, his eyes darkened a little. He reached out, pulled her
down to sit on the sofa, and had her lean against him.
“How did you find out about this? Did you… remember?”
Madeleine stopped struggling and nodded slightly.
Roderick got a little nervous. “You remembered everything?”
“Not really.”
Madeleine shrugged. “Just some fragments. It’s been like a
movie lately, floating through my mind in broken pieces. Some I
can catch and piece together, others are just blurry.”
“Like how I remembered proposing the other day. I don’t
remember what happened after, just that I was the one who
brought it up.”
Roderick played with a strand of her hair with one hand and
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hummed in response.
“You brought it up, and we went for our marriage registration
the next day.”
Madeleine: …
“And my parents agreed to that?”
She remembered her dad telling her since she was a little girl
not to get married so young.
Roderick was silent for a moment, then after a while, he rubbed
his nose awkwardly and said, “We didn’t tell them. We went and
did it secretly.”
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