Chapter 183

I promise to play along with you

Vincent opened the passenger door and motioned for me to get in. I didn’t know if he deliberately dressed up today, but he didn’t have that tired, haggard vibe he usually had.

I strode over and ducked into the car. As I spoke, my tone was slightly distant.

“How’s Mrs. Jones doing?”

Vincent got in the car as well and turned his head to look at me. His eyes lingered on my neck for a couple of seconds, and he quickly put on a smile. He tried to hide the gloom in his eyes, but he still let out a sigh and shook his head.

“The scan determined that her cancer is already quite advanced. According to the doctor, she’s not doing great. If the medication controls the cancer well, she’ll probably live for another six months.”

I couldn’t help but feel a bit sad. Mrs. Jones was such a good woman, but her illness was so severe that her days were numbered.

Vincent pursed his lips. “Olive, thank you so much for making this trip. My mother will be very happy to see you.”

exhausted from the flight and didn’t notice the calculating glint

leaned forward, his eyes staring directly into

do

uncomfortable. I furrowed my brow and shuffled away, asking

you, and she always wanted us to get married. So… Olive, will you marry me? I don’t want

ridiculous that I thought I misheard him for a moment. “Vincent, do you even know

at me with a desperate expression. “I really don’t have a choice. You’re the only one who can help me with this,

Vincent was basically begging, I could only shake my head and refuse. I thought about Aaron, who was now my boyfriend. I wouldn’t dare to imagine how

his words grew more desperate in response. “Are you reluctant to

Vincent. You should know that I

his mother’s sudden illness, but I couldn’t play around with marriage just so she wouldn’t have any regrets. Even if he was a good friend, I wouldn’t agree to such a

hadn’t forgotten about how

get a marriage license, if we don’t submit the proper documents with the signatures then our marriage certificate would be invalid. I

refused again, he would grovel in the middle of the road and beg me to say

like something was wrong. Vincent’s mother wasn’t an idiot-she would be able to tell

didn’t give me a chance to think. I hesitated to answer him, but I saw a tear fall from

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