Chapter 603

Chapter 603:

“Alright, don’t worry. I’ll follow your lead,” Corbett said with a sly smile. “After all, we come from the same country, and here we’re probably the only allies we have.”

The festive New Year holiday flew by, and soon it was time for the meeting with Damari.

The Johns family arrived at the Klein Manor, where everything had been arranged with flawless precision. The lavish living room showcased a grand dining table, overflowing with exquisite dishes.

Damari, all smiles and radiating warmth, welcomed them with open arms. “Madisyn, you’ve arrived! Come, take a seat.”

Everyone gathered around the table as the servants began pouring the red wine.

With a broad smile, Damari said, “Since Andrew’s parents are no longer with us, I’ll take charge of this engagement. Rest assured, Madisyn, the engagement will be nothing short of grand!”

“You’re too kind, Damari. If there’s anything we can do to help, just say the word,” Glenn offered warmly.

“No need, I’ve got it all handled. Today, just sit back and enjoy yourselves,” Damari replied with a gracious smile.

Andrew, seated beside Madisyn, held her hand firmly under the table. They exchanged a glance, their eyes meeting in a moment of shared tenderness, smiles playing on their lips.

Andrew was in high spirits, unable to resist the allure of a few glasses of wine.

After lunch, everyone lingered, savoring the warmth of each other’s company and engaging in lively conversation.

Andrew led Madisyn to his room.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice slightly slurred from the alcohol. His striking eyes, now tinged with a hint of red, held a tenderness that seemed to envelop her.

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“You’ve had a bit too much to drink. You really should rest for a while,” Madisyn said, rarely witnessing Andrew in such a state. She gently attempted to help him lie down on the bed, but with a pull, he drew her into a tender embrace, holding her close as they settled together.

“There are still people outside!” she protested shyly, pushing against him.

Andrew gazed at her with eyes brimming with warmth, his voice bubbling with joy. “Darling, we’re finally getting engaged…”

Looking at Andrew, Madisyn couldn’t resist the urge to stroke his hair gently, almost like petting a puppy. She smiled softly and replied, “Yes.”

“Are you happy?” Andrew asked, covering her hand with his large palm, his voice carrying a hint of grievance.

Madisyn was taken aback for a moment. Of course, she was happy. It was just that she had long been accustomed to not expressing her emotions openly. So, she simply said, “I am happy. Very happy.”

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