Michael’s hand froze at my words. He looked at me, an indecipherable expression in his gaze. Sometime later, he wordlessly turned his attention back to his food. I was not angry that he had not said anything in response. He was introverted, and I saw no need in forcing him to profess his love for me in all sorts of grand manners.

I know that he loves me, and that’s enough for me. After dinner, I lay on the bed, tossing and turning as I struggled to fall asleep. Our wedding was but a week away, yet Josephine still hoped that Michael was marrying Emma.

I was worried that she would refuse to give her blessings during our wedding. Deep in my heart, I knew that marrying Michael would make me the happiest person alive. Still, that did not mean that I could not care less about his family’s blessing. I flopped over and slung an arm around Michael’s waist, sighing as I did so. “

What’s wrong?” I would never grow tired of Michael’s alluring tone. “Michael, do you sometimes regret choosing me?” I lifted my head and asked timidly, gazing at his moonlit profile. “It’s late. You should get some sleep instead of worrying yourself over such nonsense.”

question, evidently displeased. “Well, I feel guilty. Your relationship with your mom wouldn’t be strained today without me in the picture. I can’t help but worry if this is

could sense that my presence had driven a wedge between them. They were family at the end of the day. I

ideas, I’ll show you right now that you’re the only person I could ever love. Aren’t my actions obvious enough? Or do you need me to

have no idea how his mind works. Despite my dissatisfaction with his threat, I

have been living together now, but

for the baby in my womb. His efforts alone spoke volumes about how much he loved and cherished me. I closed my eyes and pretended to fall asleep, though I could feel his gaze burning a hole through my body. He can’t possibly be thinking of doing it, right? “Anna?” Michael’s

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