Evelyn Peary's eyes widened instantly. What... what? Her lips twitched, and she struggled to digest this shocking news. A proposal? The Peary Clan must have been kicked in the head by a donkey.
"Yancy Hastings, don't scare me. Don't tell me you agreed."
Hearing Evelyn Peary's words, Yancy Hastings awkwardly touched his nose.
"I wasn't home when the Peary Clan came, but..."
Yancy Hastings's words were simply to let her know he hadn't promised the Peary Clan anything. However, before he finished speaking, his statement took a turn.
Evelyn Peary swallowed hard. But what?
"But, I don't mind if my future wife is you."
A faint blush crept up Yancy Hastings's wheat-colored face, unnoticeable without a close look.
Yancy Hastings had no idea that this very statement had thoroughly disgusted Evelyn Peary.
"Please, dislike me."
