"Is it that funny?"
"A little bit."
Seeing Chloe Woods initially full of confidence and smugness, only to end up panic-stricken and speechless, while Emma Winton’s face turned black with anger from Wyatt’s words, made Aria Richardson want to laugh.
"By the way, didn’t you go back at that ti?"
When Wyatt Lewis walked in, Aria was slightly surprised, not expecting him to arrive so quickly.
"Hmm, waiting for you."
Aria’s heartstrings were gently plucked, causing a ripple.
"So patient? If I ca out after the banquet ended, would you still wait?"
"Of course, how dare I be impatient waiting for my girlfriend, right? Am I a qualified boyfriend?"
Aria looked at Wyatt with a glimr in her eyes, resting her chin on her hand, and laughed lightly, "Qualified."
Aria smiled and breathed a small sigh of relief, "After tonight’s fuss, Miss Winton probably won’t bother with you anymore, her pride wouldn’t allow it."
Emma Winton was definitely a proud person. Tonight Wyatt’s words embarrassed her in front of so many people, she’s probably furious.
"Aren’t you going to congratulate ?"
"Congratulate you for what?"
"For quickly resolving a problem, shouldn’t you congratulate ?"
Aria raised an eyebrow, acknowledging that his words were indeed correct, "Alright, congratulations."
"Shouldn’t congratulations co with sothing?" Wyatt glanced at her, one hand on the steering wheel.
Aria chuckled, "You have quite a few demands, what do you want?"
"You."
"When do you plan to marry ?"
His tone wasn’t as casual as before; his voice was tender and earnest, incredibly captivating.
Aria was stunned, her heart trembled fiercely.
She blinked hard twice, instinctively sat up straight, and her panicked eyes showed a hint of helplessness.
"Does this an... a proposal?"
"If it is a proposal, would you accept?"
The car fell silent, Aria looked at Wyatt, and her heart pounded as if she could hear her own heartbeat.
Aria lowered her head slightly, "It’s a bit sudden."
Wyatt took in all her uncertainty.
"Not ready yet?"
Aria nodded involuntarily.
She knew the gap between her family and the Lewis Family, between herself and him; Wyatt was an outstanding person who deserved soone even better than her.
So of Emma’s words were blunt, but they weren’t without reason.
"What are you worried about?" Wyatt asked directly.
Aria’s hands, folded in front of her, clenched tightly.
After pondering for a while, she looked at Wyatt and said, "Emma’s words are harsh but not entirely unreasonable..."
"You don’t trust ?"
"I don’t trust myself... Wyatt Lewis, you know my past better than myself, even more than I do as soone with amnesia. Do you think the current is really worthy?"
Wyatt deeply glanced at her, his grip on the steering wheel tightening slightly.
He could feel that Aria had changed a lot from before.
The old Aria was confident, spirited, and never doubted herself.
When did this change start? Since that engagent with Alexander Knox, she has been cautiously facing everything, including him.
Avoiding pain is human nature, even mories; she selectively forgot the painful mories, wrapped herself up, not believing she could be loved, nor believing anyone could love her always.
There was a clear hint of heartbreak in Wyatt’s eyes.
"Then trust ."
"..." Aria looked up at him, her eyelashes trembling lightly.
"Trust , I don’t mind your past; I will bear your future."
Wyatt’s serious and solemn voice softly echoed in the car.
"What I just said about marrying you wasn’t a joke; it’s sothing I’ve always thought about, but I spoke too suddenly, not giving you ti to prepare, nor did I prepare a proper occasion or ring. My fault, I apologize."
The car slowly stopped at the Richardson Family villa, Wyatt’s gaze piercing as he watched her, "Don’t worry, ntioning it just now wasn’t to pressure you; you have plenty of ti to consider."
Aria bit her lip gently; his voice was kind and lingering, making her heart quiver.
To say she wasn’t moved would be a lie, to say she wasn’t touched would also be impossible.
Aria looked at him, montarily forgetting to move.
Wyatt found her frozen expression amusing and reached up to tousle her hair, "Why are you staring at like that? srized by my looks?"
The atmosphere had just moved Aria to tears, but now Wyatt said this, causing the tears to retreat on their own. She couldn’t help but laugh, "You’re so narcissistic."
Wyatt chuckled, his long eyes shimring with ripples.
Aria moved her arm, "I’m not talking to you anymore, I’m getting out of the car."
"Hmm."
Wyatt responded softly, but he didn’t let go of her hand.
Aria tugged her hand twice, but failed to free it from his grip. She raised their tightly clasped hands.
Is he so reluctant to let go?
"Stay a little longer."
"..."
...
After spending the afternoon out, the group returned just in ti to bump into Waylon Lewis coming back with his wife.
Waylon was in a good mood today, enjoying the rare leisure ti, and most importantly, no one was disturbing them; his wife was all his.
But upon returning, he was displeased, as the three little ones were about to monopolize her again.
Like now, Luke and Willow quickly jumped into Hope Williams’ arms, "Mommy, we’re back."
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