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Chapter 1294
Charlotte loved him the most ever since he was a kid. He could easily calm her when nobody else could. His
apology wiped out most of her anger, but still she shot him a glare. “You told me you have a lady you like. It’s Ruka,
isn’t it?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRen was surprised, but only for a moment. He nodded. “Yes, it is.”
“Why.” Charlotte felt her chest tightening up. “Are you trying to make everyone
mad: Out of all the women in this world, and you pick Ruka?”
Just like Ruka’s parents thought the fault lay with their daughter, Charlotte thought ühe fault lay with Ren. She didn’t
blame Ruka for this; she thought her son must have done something to make this happen.
Ren caressed his mother’s back while calming her down. “It’s not what you think, Mom. We love each other, Ruka
and I.”
Charlotte let out another big sigh. “She’s your sister’s goddaughter. Can’t you at least stay away from her?”
“But I thought you wanted me to marry someone.” Ren picked the exact conversation she would love to have.
“Yeah, but you can’t just…” No matter how she looked at it, Charlotte was still miffed. She had watched over Ruka
ever since she was a child, and she used to come over to play really often. Charlotte thought of her as a
granddaughter, so this came as a shock for her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNot to mention she was very conservative and traditional. Of course it was hard to accept a girl whom she thought
of as a granddaughter marrying her son. She shook her head and looked away. It was a silent protest.
Her son held her in his embrace and rested his chin on her shoulders. He went with the ‘act like a child’ tactic. “I’m
not gonna marry anyone but her. You refuse, and no grandkids for you.”
The last time he acted like a child was, well, back when he was a literal child asking for a candy. She couldn’t
believe her thirty-three year-old son would do the same thing again, but this time, he was asking for a wife instead
of a candy.
Charlotte couldn’t hold back anymore. She chuckled and turned back to thump her son. “You shouldn’t threaten
me, you know.”