"It's fine. If there's something to say, just say it." Nathaniel took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions. He turned around, walking toward Gwendolyn as if he were deliberately upset. "What’s wrong?"
"Ah, don't you think it might be inappropriate to say all this in front of Miss Elena?" This manipulative woman said, but seeing that the man didn’t reject her, she began happily talking again. "I’ve already picked out the dress, and my brother helped choose the venue for the engagement banquet. I’m sure it’ll satisfy both of our families."
"Oh, and Aunt said she’ll take good care of herself these days. With the motivation of our engagement banquet, she’ll recover faster, I believe."
To Nathaniel, these words made no impact, but to Elena, they were like the final bucket of cold water
