But I could not smile, so I pulled the corner of my mouth slightly and asked tentatively, “Then, when will you marry me?”
Hearing that, his expression suddenly changed, the smile in his eyes disappeared, revealing an unruly. “Clara, I have no plans to get married now, please stop making trouble.”
Hearing the warning in his words, the little bit of anticipation I had just felt quickly dissipated.
I knew clearly that it was not that he did not want to get married, he just did not want to marry me.
I looked into his eyes and whispered, “My cousin waited until she was 30 to settle down for a scumbag. Although she is past the marriageable age, I would like to trouble you to plan the wedding with the best specifications.”
“Of course, but Aunt Clarice didn't tell me what kind of wedding the bride wanted. Why don't you ask her?”
I nodded and took out my phone, pretending to send a message to someone.
Half a minute later, I said, “My cousin said that she will let me take care of the wedding. If you have any questions, you can ask me directly.”
After all, I was the bride of this wedding.
Afterwards, Juan called the waiter to serve the food.
He ordered hot spicy menus as usual.