Chapter 477 So Cold
Brad pretended to be embarrassed and raised his fist to punch Daniel. Daniel let out a dramatic scream and dodged, and the two started playfully wrestling.
Rachel, worried that Daniel might get hurt, hurried after them to break up the scuffle. But she found herself dodging left and right, unable to intervene, and could only anxiously try to mediate from the sidelines.
I was indifferent to it all. That was Brad—the guy who single-handedly took down three thugs. I knew he would never be outmatched by Daniel.
Rachel remarked, "Jane, can you try to talk to them? Brad is about to get married; it wouldn't be good if he got hurt."
I replied, "Don't worry, Brad is like a war god. Even ten Daniels wouldn't be a match for him. If you're that anxious, you go ahead. I can guarantee Brad won't hit a woman."
Rachel glared at me resentfully, but she didn't dare to say anything and lowered her raised fist.
The surprise dinner wrapped up with laughter and joy.
It was a spontaneous affair, but everyone ended up having a great time.
Both sets of parents formally decided the marriage, and this was just their stance.
The proposal, engagement, and wedding would all be decided by Brad himself later on.
In one meal, both mothers decided on our marriage without considering the opinions of Brad and me.
I suddenly remembered the year I was a senior in high school, around the same season, when both families gathered to celebrate a holiday.
Emma and Helen also planned our future without considering Daniel's and my opinions.
The result was that I was deeply humiliated, and I swore to become estranged from Daniel from then on.
Six years later, this scene was almost a repeat of history, but I was happy to accept it.
Looking back now, I finally understood that our parents weren't wrong in their actions back then. They just chose what they thought was the best outcome for us.
It was just that they chose the wrong person that year.
Daniel was just a passerby in my lives; Brad was my destined one.
I couldn't help but wonder, if Brad and I had been the central figures back then, what would the outcome have been?
However, there was no point in thinking about it because there were no "what ifs" in that world.
It was late at night. Emma and Daniel helped a drunken Hugh home, with Rachel closely following.
"Aren't you leaving?" I asked Brad, who was standing beside me watching his parents leave.
He glanced at me, a bit unhappy. "Didn't I marry into your family? Why are you trying to kick me out?"
Thinking of this, I laughed for a while until Helen slapped me on the head, making me stop.
I held my waist, laughing and gasping. "Sweetheart, be good. Go home for now. I'll come to marry you properly and give you a grand wedding."
Brad's face darkened even more. He reached out to pinch my cheek, but I deftly dodged, only to step on Ronan, who was standing behind me.
"What are you two doing in the hallway in the middle of the night? You're in your twenties; can't you act a bit more mature?" Ronan complained softly, grabbing my collar and pushing me back inside. As he turned to close the door, he saw Brad standing straight at the door and paused. He remarked, "Brad, you're not leaving?"I was stunned. Was Ronan doing this on purpose? How could he not see Brad standing there?
Ronan glanced back at the living room, looking a bit troubled. "There are only two bedrooms in the house, and the sofa is a bit small. It can't fit you. So, maybe..."
From Ronan's evasive look, I could tell he was doing this on purpose.
Ronan's words were basically kicking Brad out. I wondered how Brad, who always valued his dignity, would respond.
Just when I thought Brad would politely say goodbye and leave, he said, "It's okay, Ronan. I can sleep on the living room sofa for one night."
Ronan replied, "That won't do. You've been traveling all day. If you don't get a good night's sleep, how will you have any energy tomorrow?" Ronan pursed his lips, rejecting Brad's lack of tact.
Brad said, "You're too kind. I'm not that particular. Any place will do."
Ronan insisted, "No, if Hugh finds out, he'll be mad at me. No way."
Brad responded, "Don't worry, Ronan. My dad won't find out."
Ronan and Brad continued their heated debate over whether it was acceptable for Brad to sleep on the sofa, their voices carrying. Meanwhile, Helen remained in the bedroom, either not hearing them or choosing to stay out of it.
Ronan's expression grew progressively darker; he was set on making Brad go home, while Brad remained resolute, insisting on sleeping on my sofa.
Neither was willing to back down.
At this rate, when would I be able to sleep?
Frustrated, I returned to the bedroom, grabbed a spare blanket and pillow, tossed them onto the sofa, and stood in the middle of the living room with my hands on my hips, glaring at the two childish men.
Ronan touched his nose, reluctantly letting go of the door handle, muttering as he walked into the living room, "Not even married yet, and already not siding with your father. What's the use of raising a daughter?"
I pretended not to hear, rolling my eyes at the ceiling.
Ronan seemed particularly dissatisfied with this outcome. He turned around and raised his voice. "I'm telling you, sleep well and don't have sex, or I'll get mad."
My face flushed with embarrassment, and I hurried back to the bedroom.
Brad's handsome face showed a victorious smile. He playfully winked at me and closed the door behind him.
I thought I could finally get a good night's sleep. It had been a tiring day.
But someone didn't want me to sleep well.
As soon as my head hit the pillow, my phone started ringing. All the messages, without exception, were from Brad, who was curled up on the sofa outside.
Brad: [Sweetheart, do you know that after our marriage is confirmed, you'll not only be my sweetheart but also my woman? From today, I officially have a beautiful and cute woman. How happy, aren't you jealous?]
Brad: [Sweetheart, the sofa is a bit short. My legs hurt.] Followed by a pitiful emoji.
Brad: [Did you give me a thin blanket? It's so cold.]
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