Chapter 18

When I got back home, he was unexpectedlysurprisingly there there.

I knocked on his study door.

He opened it.

"What's wrong?" He stood at the door, looking at me with confusion.

"Did you marry me because I resemble someone?"

I gathered my courage and went straight to the point.

He paused for a second, looking puzzled.

"What are you talking about? Sweetheart, wait for me in your room. I'll come find you."

He didn't want to say it. Was he feeling guilty?

But that puzzle weighed heavily on my heart, and I didn't want to wait any longer.

"If you only see me as a tool to take care of the child, or as a substitute for someone else, making me obediently act like a be a machine, then I'm sorry, I can't do it. Please find someone else."

I was determined to get clear answers.

"Explain what? What tool? What substitute?"

Suddenly, a mature voice of an elderly person came from behind him.

Then an elderly person with white hair and a cane walked out.

I was startled.

Brian helplessly pressed his forehead with his hand and softly said, "My grandfather."

Grandfather?

I was at a loss for words.

"Call him grandfather." He signaled to me with his eyes.

"Grandfather." I didn't dare to disobey.

"You got married and didn't say anything, even hiding it from your family, what are you planning to do?" Grandfather stared at Brian fiercely.

"Recently... been busy." Brian tried to brush it off.

"You earn a few rotten bucks and hide your wife from an old man like me?!"

Grandfather almost hit him with his cane, but restrained himself because I was present.

"How can I hide it from you? You came anyway." Brian helped grandfather, "You're getting old, don't get angry."

I stood still, afraid to move.

"What's your name?" Grandfather lowered his voice and smiled at me.

This face swapchange... wow

"Vanessa," I whispered.

"Vanessa? You're my comrade's old buddy granddaughterson?

Stupid kid, didn't you say it wasn't happening?" Grandpa scolded Brian, then turned to me and said, "Tell grandpa, how did this stupid kid bully you?"

"Huh?" I looked at Brian, and he shrugged helplessly.

"Never mind him, don't be scared, grandpa will settle it for you."

"Don't ask her, let her be scared by you," Brian pulled grandpa into the study, "ask me instead."

"You wait and see... You..." Grandpa was pulled into the study by him, and the door closed.

Just when I hesitated whether to leave or not, the door opened again.

"Go to the guest room and wait for me, give me ten minutes."

"Oh," I nodded.

"You brat, did you guys have a fight? Why did you let her sleep in the guest room?" Grandpa somehow heard it again.

Roar…...

I got scared and ran away.

Ten minutes later, he knocked on my door.

He leaned his tall figure against the door frame, looked at me, and was both angry and amused,

"Tell me, substitute, what's this new way of showing affection?"

"Isn't it?" I quietly retorted, "Agreement Contract marriage, we meet only once a month, have a few conversations?"

"When was the conversation not about you and another woman's child?"

"All I need to do is take care of your child while you're having fun with other women."

"Isn't that right?"

He was clearly stunned for a moment, and after a brief silence, he laughed,

"If you want a substantial real marriage, I can give it to you too."

This time, I was speechless, my heartbeat skipped a beat,

"You're thinking too much."

But then he said without changing his expression,

"You requested to sleep in the guest room, and I've never locked the master bedroom door."

I was about to get be angered to death. furious.

What does he mean?!

Does he think I caused a scene because I wanted to sleep with him?

I wanted to argue, but couldn't find the words, so I was firmly caught in his grasp.

"I don't have anyone I like, never had anyone in the past, and now..."

He paused for a moment, his gaze fell on me,

"Does it count? For now, I can't give you an answer."

Doesn't he even blush when he lies?

"What about Daniel's mother, didn't you like her?" I asked him directly.

"What's it got to do with her?" He countered.

"Of course it has something to do with her, she's my sister, you had a child with her, and you're marrying me, what am I to you?"

The thought of this made me feel so wronged, I wanted to cry.

He fell silent, looking quite upset,

"Cecilia is your sister?"

"Yes."

He completely stopped talking,

"This weekend I'll take you somewhere."

With that statementsaid, he turned around and left.

No explanations were given.

He left, and my heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

Lying in bed, I kept thinking, I should've replied to him earlier:

"I don't want men who have been with others."

Yes, that's right.

Why didn't I think of it at that time? It made me even angrier.