The elder scowled in displeasure, his face ever so slightly changing. "Young lady, your answer disappoints me."
A barely visible ripple passed through Olivia Jenkins' almond-shaped eyes, yet her beautiful face remained emotionless. "Would you believe me, grandfather?"
"If I didn't believe you, would you be sitting in Joyful Hall?"
"It's my mistake. Don't blame Daniel, let me bear the punishment."
"Do you not even express whether you like, dislike, or simply nod or shake your head?"
"Why ask such a question, grandpa? When the marriage union was arranged, you never asked if I liked Daniel or if I wished to marry him. What's the significance of asking such questions now?"
Taking a sip of tea, the elder fixed his sharp gaze on Olivia without missing any subtle reactions. "Previously, I know you didn't like Daniel. But what about now? Surely you're not so cowardly that you can't even answer? Are you afraid of losing, young lady?"
