Looking at the two people who were protecting each other, I felt annoyed. I covered my forehead and temporarily made the scene quiet.
Jared was dissatisfied with my reaction, "Vera, we are about to get engaged. You should consider the overall situation."
His pattern of behavior used to be giving a harsh rebuke followed by a sweet gesture as a form of consolation. In the past, I would have eagerly accepted that sweet gesture. I might even have seized the moment to offer him an escape route, apologized, and vowed to be more obedient in the future. But now, looking back, the more hope I had invested in him, the more profound my despair feels. That sweet gesture, which once seemed sincere, now strikes me as nothing but a comedic afterthought.
However, Wendy appeared to disdain the sweet gesture. Her gaze shifted elsewhere. "Wow, what a stunning urn. Jared, let's choose this one for Flora. I'm sure she would love it."
"Excuse me, ma'am, this urn is specifically crafted for the deceased's family," the staff explained politely.