Her eyes were slightly red, but she forced herself to swallow the pain cutting through her chest and replied indifferently, “You’re overthinking it.”
The place where Terri lived was remote, so there was no way Blayne had come all this way just to exchange a few harsh words with her.
Of course, she wouldn’t be conceited enough to think it was because of her, either.
Sure enough, Blayne took another look at her face—one that bore some resemblance to Valerie.
He let out a cold chuckle before turning to leave.
Terri’s throat tightened as she remembered what was hidden under her blanket.
“Tomorrow, your Grandma is sending someone to examine my purity. What am I supposed to say then?”
Before leaving, the old lady had given Terri a cold warning.
“Don’t try to fool me with any tricks. I despise liars the most.”
Blayne paused. He had almost forgotten about that.
Demetria, his grandmother, was born into a prestigious Victorian-era aristocratic family and continued to uphold the feudal rules of the past.
It had been three days since the engagement. Though they weren’t married yet, Terri was already expected to fulfill wife’s duties. Tomorrow, they will come to collect the Cathedral-length wedding veil.