"When my father gave me the ring that belonged to my mother, after he had hidden away everything that belonged to her, I knew one thing for sure, Grace. He approved of you as my wife and his daughter-in-law and asked someone who is going to be the face of this family with me."
She gulped, losing control over the eyes that now became more moist.
Adrian thought of her as that? It seemed surprising. The man never let anyone know what he felt about anyone, that's what he felt about her?
Is that why he had talked to her in the hospital pushing her to agree with the contract and the marriage?
Christian reached over and held her hand. "He approved because he knows that no one else is right for me, the way you are."
"I.." Grace paused, and took a deep breath, "he thinks that?"
No one but her.
Her. A third generation immigrant in the country. Who still was not considered to be just enough by the people living in it.
