Go Back and I Rule There novel Chapter 152

Perhaps the tea had steeped for too long, as a bitter taste lingered on his tongue, refusing to dissipate from his throat.

Warner seemed to smile, his face betraying no hint of his thoughts. Instead, his eyes were deep, and his movements became even more courteous. "Grandma, my family isn't that complicated, and no one can make decisions for me. I will not let the person I choose suffer any grievances."

"With those words, I can rest assured." Megan finally breathed a sigh of relief. She knew the two of them were hiding something from her, but as long as the general direction was right, it would be fine.

Warner, however, didn't let the topic drop. Maintaining his impeccable composure, he poured another cup of tea for her, his gaze drifting past the window frame to the girl busy inside.

She was wearing black pants and a white t-shirt, the most basic of outfits, yet it couldn't conceal her graceful figure. A wooden hairpin held her hair back, accentuating her long, fair neck.

She was undeniably beautiful, strikingly so.

As if sensing his gaze, she looked over. Her lips were red, her hair jet-black, exuding an air of innocent seduction in her casualness.

Warner carefully studied her soft, swan-like neck, his eyes narrowing slightly. He ran his thumb over the crimson bracelet on his wrist, his gaze darkening. "Grandma, could you tell me about this Zach? Hearing about it might help me comfort her."

"He's no good." Megan looked at a nearby locust tree. "I blame myself for being so blind. Back then, I thought the Woods family was reliable, and since Rosalind liked him, I agreed to their engagement. The Woods family was the one who sought the marriage in the first place. But after more than a decade, my fortunes declined, and seeing no more benefit, they started to look down on Rosalind's background. Now they want to break it off, making Rosalind the laughingstock of Sol…"

Warner listened quietly, saying nothing.

In his memory, she seemed indifferent to everything.

But at her age, in the prime of her youth and still in her teens, it was a time for girlish crushes. How could she truly be indifferent to everything?

At this thought, Warner tightened his grip on the teacup, his eyes shifting between light and shadow, his expression unreadable.

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