Chapter 50 Will You Marry Me?

Lesly went downstairs and called Harry to the terrace on the first floor. She whispered to him, "Your mother said you would propose to me today? Is it true?" Harry paused for a moment as he quickly smiled. "That’s impossible. You are not really my girlfriend." Lesly breathed a sigh of relief: "Your mother had said so. I was scared to death." Harry said with a bitter smile, "So, me proposing to you is that terrible?" Lesly realized that she had said something wrong, and hurriedly explained, "It’s not terrible. I didn’t prepare for it at all. What if your parents find out it’s an act?" "You don’t have to think so much." Harry patted her on the shoulder. "If my mother really egged this on, you’ll have to accept it first. Anyway, I’ll go abroad after some time, and we won’t really get married." Lesly suddenly felt a little uneasy. "You’re not really..." "Harry," Mr. Whitaker shouted from inside, "Your grandparents are here. Go to greet them." "Okay," Harry replied and withdrew his hand from Lesly’s shoulder. "I’m going to go first. You can do as you like." Lesly had to nod. She held the railings of the terrace. Somehow, she had an uneasy premonition in her heart. She felt that something was going to happen. "Lesly." Mr. Whitaker walked to the terrace with a polite smile. "Have we met before? I always feel that you looked familiar." Lesly thought about it seriously. "I don’t think so. I haven’t seemed to have seen you before." "Is that so?" There was still confusion on Mr. Whitaker’s face. "But you looked so familiar. What did you do before you went abroad?" Lesly told Mr. Whitaker about her major in college. She chatted with him until Harry came back with his grandparents. The villa suddenly became livelier as Lesly was dragged to meet Harry’s relatives. Harry introduced them one by one. Ten minutes later, Harry’s maternal grandfather and grandmother arrived as well. Harry’s maternal grandmother, Mckayla Whitaker, was very young. She was in her early thirties. She was tall and graceful, and her smile always carried an air of arrogance. When she saw Lesly, her expression went strange and stiff. Lesly was puzzled. "What’s wrong?" Mckayla put away the surprise in her eyes and smiled. "Nothing, I just didn’t expect Harry’s girlfriend to be so young and beautiful." Mrs. Whitaker had always looked down on Mckayla and suddenly said, "Harry is also young and handsome. Isn’t it normal to look for an equal? Not like someone else..." "Enough," Harry’s maternal grandfather said. "Do you still want to quarrel with each other on such a day?" Mrs. Whitaker immediately shut up, pulled Lesly to her side and whispered, "Don’t pay attention to that woman. She is not a good person." Although Mrs. Whitaker spoke in a low voice, Mckayla heard her clearly. "It’s true that I’m not a fair person, but at least I do as I say. However, there are some women who may not be like that. They may look pretty and honest, but in fact, they may have a divorce." Lesly’s heart skipped a beat. Mrs. Whitaker flared up. "What do you mean?" Mckayla blinked and pretended to be innocent. She said, "I didn’t mean anything. I just made a few taunts. Don’t think too much, or I will mistakenly think that there is such a woman who is marrying into your family." Mrs. Whitaker couldn’t make any sense of it. She turned to her grandfather and said, "Dad, why did you bring this woman back? Look at how she ruined the atmosphere. She is deliberately making trouble for us!" "That’s enough, mom," Harry also tried to persuade her. "Don’t quarrel with her now, please." "Why should I..." "Mom." Harry interrupted her. "It’s time for me to do it." Mrs. Whitaker thought of something and immediately restrained her arrogance. She hurriedly asked Harry to come here. "Okay, you should do it first. Since the elders aren’t here yet, you should quickly get it done." Harry tilted his head and looked at Lesly gently and affectionately. The uneasiness in Lesly’s heart immediately grew. Sure enough, in the next second, Harry faced Lesly. He held the ring in his hand and kneeled on one knee. "Lesly, will you marry me?"