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hapter 6
Chapter 6
After finishing my words, I ignored Eason Graylen’s expression and rolled up the car window,
In the rearview mirror, Eason stood there in despair, silently watching the car drive away,
That night, I followed Frank Graylen back to the Graylen family estate,
It was my second time there.
The first was to meet his parents.
imagined this moment countless times before, and now it was finally happening.
Only the person beside me was someone else.
Frank’s mother held my hand, saying many kind things.
It was clear they doted on him, and no matter how they viewed me, they seemed genuinely happy.
During dinner, Eason came back.
The conversation had turned to wedding plans.
“How about next month? This month, you and Frank can take your wedding photos.”
“Alright.”
Eason walked closer step by step. “I disagree.”
The entire Graylen family turned to look at him.
Eason grabbed my hand in front of everyone. “You don’t love him. Why marry him?”
“Krystal! That’s enough,” his mother scolded.
Eason turned to her. “She’s my girlfriend. Who’s really overstepping here?”
The atmosphere in the room soured.
Especially for me.
I felt utterly humiliated.
“Brother, you should control yourself,” Frank said, standing up, towering over Eason.
I didn’t know what Frank whispered to him, but Eason’s expression shifted before he forced a laugh.
“Just joking,” he said, though the smile froze on his face.
The rest of the evening, his eyes never left me, cold and piercing.
I barely slept that night.
The next day, Frank took me to try on wedding dresses.
“I have something to handle. Try them on first; I’ll be back soon,” he said before leaving.
I tried on dress after dress, admiring my reflection in the mirror.
As I slipped into the final dress, a voice came from behind me.
“This one doesn’t suit you. The last one was better.”
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Chapter 6
I spun around, startled to see Eason there.
His tone suggested he’d been there for a while.
“What are you doing here? Where’s Frank?”
Eason smirked coldly, his gaze chilling.
“You really can tell us apart.”
He sprawled lazily on a chair, crossed his legs, and lit a cigarette.
“18 Murray St.”
heart sank.
That was my father’s address.
“What are you planning?” I shouted, stumbling as I tried to move in the heavy dress.
“Eason Graylen, what are you going to do?”
Eason grabbed my face, his fingers grazing my cheeks.
“I just want to tell you this: marrying Frank, you’ll regret it.”
“You’ll regret it for sure.”
I clutched his hand, trembling all over.
“What are you going to do? Don’t do anything reckless!”
Eason let go of me, stubbing out his cigarette.
He repeated the address again, “18 Murray St.”
At the door, he turned back to me.
“Congratulations on your wedding.”
“Il celebrate with you–at 18 Murray St.”
