A disastrous fate?
Yvonne Morgan frowned slightly, wondering if she had misheard. She asked uncertainly, "Sean, what did you say our fate was? I didn't hear you clearly."
"You didn't hear me?" Sean Fuller stood up, walked over to her, and said loudly, "I said we have a disastrous fate!"
The gentle smile on Yvonne Morgan's face froze. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she forced a calm tone. "Sean, are you joking with me?"
Sean Fuller also squeezed out a smile. "You said it was love at first sight, that you love me, and you want to marry me and spend the rest of your life with me, right?"
A sense of unease churned within Yvonne Morgan, but she slowly nodded. "Yes."
Sean Fuller raised an eyebrow. "Well, what a coincidence."
Yvonne Morgan froze for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief.
She was sure Sean Fuller liked her.
'A pity he's not very bright.'
Yvonne Morgan secretly curved her lips into a smirk. Just as she was about to say something, a vaguely familiar voice cut in.
