Patrick Grant chuckled. He didn't press the issue and simply asked, "Have you made up your mind?"
Leona Grant gave herself almost no time to think, blurting out, "Yes."
The old man gave her a meaningful look and smiled again. "Then go ahead and get married."
...
「Two days later, Annabelle Linton and Aaron Wyatt returned from Albion.」
The wedding was only a week away. Although the official ceremony would be held in Albion, that didn't mean they could just handle things carelessly here.
Of course, there was no need to make a huge fuss, either. Keeping it low-key was the plan.
Back in their old apartment, Annabelle Linton spent the entire day sleeping off her jet lag.
That evening, Aaron Wyatt looked at her with an amused, resigned expression. "Alright, Sleepyhead," he said. "Time to get up and get something to eat."
Annabelle Linton sat up and stared at him, still dazed with sleep.
Seeing the faint, melancholy look in her eyes, Aaron Wyatt felt his entire heart melt.
