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Rose Kinson almost thought he had misheard. She had forced herself in to smile. At that moment, tears wet her eyes.
She came quickly and bit her lower lip, "Mary, you ..."
William Black looked into her eyes and opened his lips, "Miss Rose Kinson, please watch your words. For seniorities, you should refer to me as your brother-in-law. Of course, that's assuming Mary Kinson you recognize me as a sister."
Rose Kinson covered her heart, a face of disbelief, she loved her fiancé in her bones since she was a child, but now he wants to keep a distance from her.
Why has Mary Kinson come back and taken everything away from her? She will never let them go!
Mary Kinson sat quietly, rehearsing.
She felt that William Black looked pleasing to the eye.
"Mary , the third day of next month is the anniversary of my mother's death. Do you have to inform your mother about your marriage? " Rose calmed down and tried to stop her covertly.
William Black answered slowly for Mary Kinson: "This marriage was decided by my aunt herself. Of course I should tell her this good news on the day of her memory."
Rose Kinson breathed a sigh of relief, and his meaning was very clear. He had to get a marriage certificate.
Mary Kinson turned the teacup and nodded carelessly.
Beverly Kinson noticed that there was a smell of gunpowder between the three people. He stood up and patted William Black on the shoulder, "William is right. When we get a marriage certificate is up to you and Mary."
As soon as he said that, the decision-making right was on the hands of William Black, and Rose Kinson couldn't stop her.
William Black nodded, "Thank you, Uncle."
Then he looked at Mary Kinson and drew his long eyebrows together slightly, "Send me, will you?"
Mary Kinson's eyes swept over the pale face of Rose Kinson.
William Black looked at her bright appearance, her eyes were deep, he turned, took her slender legs and walked out.
They did not even look at Rose.
Mary looked at him when she was alone with him. the corners of her mouth smiled.
On the way William Black she did not speak, and she was happy.
A short time later they walked to the door of the mansion.
Mary Kinson looked at him . When she faced him, she suddenly became nervous .
In her past life, this man was always an elder who made her afraid to approach him and whom she respected, and he is her seventh uncle .
Mary Kinson looked at him with bright eyes, and she was a little curious.
William Black's thin lips moved softly, and his voice was so low that no emotion could be heard, "Take me to the car."
Mary Kinson poked a small broken head and murmured, "Hmm."
When she arrived at the car, she breathed a sigh of relief and said goodbye.
The man opened the car door and gave her no chance, "Get in the car."
Mary Kinson politely declined, "I'm not fit to drive to your family."
William Black pursed his lips, "I have a few words to say to you."
Perhaps his eyes are too demagogic, Mary Kinson hesitated a few seconds, sitting on the co-pilot, the corner sneaking at him.
They will get the certificate, and then they will be man and wife. Will she take revenge on the younger generation, will he stop it?
"How long will it take?" Richard Black leaned back on the leather seat, and the emotion in his eyes was too deep to understand.
"Mary Kinson."
He called her name, and the husky voice made her heart ache inexplicably, and it was fleeting.
Heart pounding, out of control, Mary Kinson’ hands clutched tightly.
She decided to strike first. "You are my person. Should I stop looking at her?"
William Black looked at her sideways and slumped, "Yes, but after today, I don't want you treating our marriage with vengeful hatred for others."
Mary Kinson bit her red lip guiltily. Unexpectedly he looked at her.
But knowing that marriage was her choice with ulterior motives, why was he willing to indulge her?
She covered her face and couldn't help but imagine foolish things.
Looking at the girl's eyebrows, alive and fragrant because of her anger, William Blackleaned over.
He smelled of tobacco mixed with sandalwood, and Mary Kinson's heart quivered.
She looked up and gazed into his deep eyes.
"I'll give you a day to figure out how to be a wholehearted woman, huh?"
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