He deliberately raised an eyebrow and nodded. \u201cYeah. I mean,\u00a0<\/p>\n
promising young guys like me are hard to find.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine punched his shoulder in annoyance.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have a girlfriend!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course, that\u2019s what I told them. But those heiresses didn\u2019t\u00a0<\/p>\n
care. They said you\u2019re just a girlfriend, not a wife.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine\u2019s eyes instantly reddened.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Roderick, who had been teasing her, immediately panicked and\u00a0<\/p>\n
cupped her face in his hands.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHey\u2026 Kev, don\u2019t cry. I was just kidding. Who cares about those\u00a0<\/p>\n
heiresses? What do I care if they hit on me? You know I only\u00a0<\/p>\n
have eyes for you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine sniffled.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After hesitating for three seconds, she said, \u201cRicki, 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\u00a0<\/p>\n
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degrees, which is a bit cold. You can\u2019t wear dresses.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
As she spoke, her nose started running, and Madeleine gave a\u00a0<\/p>\n
couple more sniffs.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cRight now it\u2019s August, the temperature is just right, and the\u00a0<\/p>\n
days are long. There are more than ten hours of daylight every\u00a0<\/p>\n
day, and the sun doesn\u2019t set until after ten at night\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
This whole speech left Roderick completely baffled.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Was Madeleine\u2026 doing a geography quiz?\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, Roderick, will you marry me in Quelcia before fall comes?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
In the days after they returned from the family estate, Roderick\u00a0<\/p>\n
felt that the way Madeleine looked at him was a little off.\u00a0<\/p>\n
One moment, her eyes were full of love; the next, they were\u00a0<\/p>\n
filled with deep resentment.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He had her come to his office for lunch during work, and\u00a0<\/p>\n
Roderick just couldn\u2019t hold it in anymore.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIs something on your mind lately?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine bit the tip of her fork and blinked a couple of times. \u201cNo, what could possibly be on my mind?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Roderick hesitated. \u201cDid a coworker upset you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMy coworkers are fine.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThen\u2026 did I do something to make you unhappy?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine gave him a sideways glance, asking why he would\u00a0<\/p>\n
ask that.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Roderick crossed his arms, looking innocent. \u201cThe way you\u2019ve been looking at me these past two days makes me feel like I\u00a0<\/p>\n
owe you millions.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine finished her last bite of food, put down her fork, took\u00a0<\/p>\n
a sip of water, wiped her mouth and hands, and then sat up\u00a0<\/p>\n
straight to look at Roderick.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou owe me a lot more than that!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Roderick sat up straighter too, uncrossing his arms.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do I owe you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine finally let out the anger she\u2019d been holding in for\u00a0<\/p>\n
days. She stood up, but Roderick was so tall that even with her\u00a0<\/p>\n
standing and him sitting, she still didn\u2019t feel intimidating.\u00a0<\/p>\n
enough.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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So Madeleine decisively took off her shoes, stepped onto the\u00a0<\/p>\n
sofa, and stood there with her hands on her hips, glaring at him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t believe it was really me who proposed to you!\u00a0<\/p>\n
?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ricki, did you drug me or something?!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Roderick, who had been ready to apologize and make amends,\u00a0<\/p>\n
was now completely confused.\u00a0<\/p>\n
All this for that?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Unable to hold back, Roderick burst out laughing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When Madeleine saw that he actually dared to laugh, she\u00a0<\/p>\n
stomped her foot in anger, making the sofa shake slightly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re still laughing? This is serious! I\u2019ve been racking my brain\u00a0<\/p>\n
for days and I just can\u2019t figure it out. Me, me, how could I,\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine, be the one to propose marriage?!\u00a0<\/p>\n
?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Roderick held back his laughter and reached out to steady her\u00a0<\/p>\n
leg, afraid she might fall.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u201cYou must have drugged me. No, no way, I can\u2019t just let this go.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine stomped her foot angrily, trying to figure out how to\u00a0<\/p>\n
make up for it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Roderick looked up at her puffed\u2013up, angry face, and his smile\u00a0<\/p>\n
deepened.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then, his eyes darkened a little. He reached out, pulled her\u00a0<\/p>\n
down to sit on the sofa, and had her lean against him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did you find out about this? Did you\u2026 remember?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine stopped struggling and nodded slightly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Roderick got a little nervous. \u201cYou remembered everything?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNot really.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine shrugged. \u201cJust some fragments. It\u2019s been like a\u00a0<\/p>\n
movie lately, floating through my mind in broken pieces. Some I\u00a0<\/p>\n
can catch and piece together, others are just blurry.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLike how I remembered proposing the other day. I don\u2019t\u00a0<\/p>\n
remember what happened after, just that I was the one who\u00a0<\/p>\n
brought it up.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Roderick played with a strand of her hair with one hand and\u00a0<\/p>\n
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hummed in response.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou brought it up, and we went for our marriage registration\u00a0<\/p>\n
the next day.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeleine: \u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd my parents agreed to that?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She remembered her dad telling her since she was a little girl\u00a0<\/p>\n
not to get married so young.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Roderick was silent for a moment, then after a while, he rubbed\u00a0<\/p>\n
his nose awkwardly and said, \u201cWe didn\u2019t tell them. We went and\u00a0<\/p>\n
did it secretly.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 143\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 143\u00a0<\/p>\n
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