No one tried to stop her, because they were all Darren’s friends, not hers.
The group exchanged glances and soon someone started joking again.
“Darren, are you not going after her? What if your little arranged wife really runs away and gets lost?”
“Honestly, it’s ridiculous. Her mom was crazy to marry your brother. They both died and now she still wants to marry you? Just the thought of it is disgusting.”
Darren lit a cigarette against the wind, turning a glass in his hand.
Listening to their insults, his gaze darkened and a sudden wave of anger rose within him.
He burst out with a curse. "Everyone just shut the hell up! That was enough!"
Laura stumbled back home in a daze. She clutched a confidential notice tightly in her hand, leaning against the wall as she slowly slid down to the floor.
If it was fear of moral ethics, there was no blood relationship between them. If it was fear of the age difference, she didn’t care.
She had explained countless times before. She sincerely and passionately loved him.
Whether it was a ten-year difference or twenty, her love was simply love, not something to be trampled on or dismissed as worthless.