Chapter 893
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While their easy affection played out in front of him, Kenny felt irritation simmer. He had invited them here to help him find a solution, not to witness this.
Rosanna’s chest tightened as she watched Ethan shower Brenna with attention. She turned to Kenny, her eyes filled with concern. “If your mother threatens to harm herself just to split us up, what will you do? You’ve always given in to her. I’m afraid you won’t stand up to her if things get tough.”
Her rush to get married was driven by a fear that Kenny might give in to Elsa’s demands and eventually start dating someone else.
Looking down at the floor, Kenny struggled with guilt. His mother’s recent hospitalization for high blood pressure was because of him. In the past, Ethan had been rebellious and often clashed with their mother, but she had never fallen ill because of him. Yet, his actions had caused her hospitalization twice. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was a bad son.
Kenny finally made up his mind. He held Rosanna’s hand, his gaze filled with deep affection, mixed with reluctance, guilt, and a trace of pain. “Rosanna, let’s focus on dating for now and hold off on marriage talks until my mother’s health improves.”
Rosanna pulled her hand away, her face clouded with disappointment. She had meticulously planned everything—secretly arranging a wedding without notifying the Mitchell family and securing all the necessary permissions. Yet, Kenny remained indecisive, constantly fretting and seeking Ethan and Brenna’s input on the matter. She believed he simply didn’t want to marry her. Deep down, she felt that he was displeased with her for boldly disrupting his engagement ceremony with Minna.
Brenna noticed Rosanna’s eyes welling with tears, one soon trickling down her cheek. Sympathetic toward Rosanna, Brenna offered reassurance, saying, “You could start by getting approval from your superiors. Once his mother recovers, you two can get married.”
Rosanna, finding the suggestion practical, turned to Kenny. “What do you think?”
Already burdened with guilt, Kenny saw merit in the idea. “That could work. I’ll try to convince my mother over the next few days.”
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Ethan, lounging casually, gave a slight nod and said, “If she threatened to kill herself to manipulate you, you can also do the same thing.”
Kenny looked at Ethan as realization dawned. “You’re right. Why didn’t I think of that before?” He chuckled, grasping Rosanna’s hand again, his gaze brimming with optimism. “Did you hear that? It’s a brilliant plan.”
Rosanna, her tears giving way to a smile, was genuinely impressed by Ethan’s suggestion. “Thank you, Mr. Mitchell,” she said tentatively, unsure of how to address Ethan properly.
“You’re Kenny’s girlfriend; you can just call me Ethan,” Ethan said.
Soon, their meal arrived, and the group of four began eating while chatting casually.
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