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“Who is this handsome man, Leanna?”
My mother asked with an astonished expression. Her eyes were stuck on Cain the moment she noticed him. My father was the same. He was checking something on Cain, looking up and down. The twins also sized him up. They frowned when they couldn’t find any criticism on the man.
“Hello, my name is Cain Fay. I’m Leanna’s . . .” Cain took a peek at my nervous face before he looked at my parents.
I said a bit loud and snatched his hand in a firm grip.
. . .
. . .
My family barked at the same time. Their eyes bulged as their mouth opened and closed, wanting to say something but didn’t know where to start.
“Cain Fay. My fiancé.” I hardened my voice and steeled my face, not backing down at their shock faces while my hand gripped Cain’s hand in a tight hold.
Cain looked at me in disbelief. Then he smiled –– his whole person radiated warmth.
“I can’t believe this!”
My mother exclaimed and went to my side. She pointed her finger at me while her gaze remained fixated on Cain.
“Are you really okay with her? She didn’t drug you or anything, did she?”
Cain stifled a laugh as he shook his head a little. “No, it was I who was beholden by her at first sight.” And he squeezed my hand.
My body flared. It was burning as he stared at me like I was the only person in this room.
My father cleared his throat, face stern. “Now, I’m not against this or anything, but . . .”
He shifted his stern gaze between Cain and me.
“Leanna is still young. I don’t want her to get married at a very young age.”
“Yes! Tell him, dad!”
The twins roared at the same time while their dagger eyes didn’t leave Cain even for a moment. Hoping to murder the man with their piercing glares.
“There is an advantage if Leanna marries me at a young age . . . ,” Cain said. The seriousness on his face contented with my father. “You can play with your grandchildren early.”
. . .
. . .
My father took his time as he made his way towards Cain and patted his shoulder.
“Well, you know girls have to grow up sooner or later. And Leanna can already decide for herself. If you want to get married, then who am I to stop you? I can only give you my blessings.”
“What!” The twins yelled in protest. “Dad, you traitor!”
“Dad, Mom! I thought you’re going to interrogate this man on how did sis end up like this?!” Lance smirked when Cain’s brows twitched.
I was just glad that Cain hadn’t told my parents anything yet.
“Hush now!” My mother reprimanded. “I bet your clumsy sister fell down a stair and hurt herself. The most important thing is . . . Len-Len is alive. Don’t hang up on the past too much, honey. You’ll grow grey hairs early.”
My mother brushed the twins and shoved Cain closer next to me.
“Now, you two get all lovey-dovey while I take a picture. Wait till I post this. My friends will be eating vinegar their entire lives with a son in law like this!” My mother brought out her phone and took shot after shot in different angles before she sat at the corner of the room, lost in her phone with a satisfied smile.
My father sat beside her. His face serious, thinking about something while murmuring to himself.
“Is Lotte a good name? Or . . . Lenny . . . naah . . . too common. How about . . . Loren?”
. . .
. . .
I didn’t know if I should cry or be happy to have these kinds of parents.
I lifted my eyes over at Cain and found the man was already staring at me. We smiled at each other as he squeezed my hand.
We were lost in each other’s eyes until Lance rudely whacked our joined hands apart. He then snarled at Cain, looking all menacing.
“Don’t get too comfortable with my sister, you demon!” Lawrence stood between Cain and me as he puffed his chest, trying to look all tough while straining his pretty head over at the towering man, so he could look Cain in the eyes.
“Sis, don’t worry. Now that we are here, we’ll save you from being brainwash by this demon.” Lance grabbed my hand and squeezed it. His dark brown puppy eyes were determined and fierce.
. . .
. . .
I don’t understand . . . Where did I go wrong in raising these two?
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