Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 541

Miley was caught off guard, her reaction time seemingly caught in a slow-motion trance.

A barrage of inquiries from Robert left her befuddled, leading her to a sweet, blushing misunderstanding, “Isn’t this a bit too sudden? Are we meeting the parents already?”

Robert gently patted Miley’s head, clarifying with a warm smile, “It’s not just about meeting your folks. What I really want… is to dig into some childhood stories about little Marguerite.”

Miley then realized what was going on.

Oh! She thought he wanted to meet her parents as her boyfriend.

But then again, it made sense. Robert’s mind was preoccupied with his sister’s welfare, not exactly in the mood for whispering sweet nothings.

Miley was gracious, yet a tinge of imbalance shadowed her heart.

She recalled all the efforts she’d made to win over the Fitzgeralds, putting her pride aside to chase after Robert to his company, yet he had shown little in return.

It felt like a brazen disregard for her feelings.

So, with a voice tinged with resentment and an emotion slightly stirred, Miley vented, “I just don’t get it! With the DNA test at hand, why can’t you just trust the results? There’s no evidence to suggest that your sister is Marguerite!”

Facing his girlfriend’s fiery displeasure, Robert didn’t flare up. Instead, he took her hand with patience and began to explain, “Three years ago, Frederick scoured the earth for the girl who had saved his life.

He was close to finding Marguerite, but in the end, Yuna took her place.

If she could impersonate once, what’s stopping her from doing it again with my sister?

Miley, it’s not the DNA test I distrust; it’s the possibility of Yuna’s interference that bothers me. So, I want to investigate further. Can you understand that?”

Miley, pouting, slipped her hand from Robert’s grasp and turned away, her lips pursed as she gazed into the distance, silent. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Robert, initially lost in his own emotions, saw Miley’s resistance and was momentarily stunned before rapidly replaying their conversation in his head.

He quickly realized that in the whirlwind of his sister’s issues, he had indeed neglected Miley.

He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, and pulled her gently into an apologetic embrace, “Sweetheart, I admit I haven’t been at my best lately, and I hope you can forgive me. My sister is my family, and so are you. You both mean the world to me. Once I sort out my sister’s affairs, I promise I’ll propose to you, officially. Alright?”

Nothing promises sweet commitment like talks of marriage, and at his words, Miley’s mood visibly lifted.

Her smile was unstoppable, though she playfully posed a question, still feigning indifference, “And have you discussed this grand plan with your parents? What if they don’t agree?”

His fingers traced her soft cheek as he replied with the finesse of a seasoned diplomat, “You’ve pursued me all the way to my family’s firm; not every girl has your determination. Trust me, my parents will welcome you with open arms.”

Miley’s smile broadened, her tone turning teasing, “And if they don’t, no matter what?”

Robert pulled her closer, his chin resting on her neck, his warm breath spreading from the nape to her ear, “Then we’ll jet off to our own adventure! We won’t repeat Frederick and Marguerite’s tragic misunderstandings. I’m holding on to you tight, right here, right now!”

His words were sincere and heartwarming, not slick or overdone.

Miley turned to embrace him fully, finally letting him off the hook, “Alright, alright, I’ll believe whatever you say! I’ll contact my parents as soon as I can. They’re usually off to a tropical getaway every winter, so…”

Robert, ever so polite and considerate, assured her, “No rush. They can return whenever it suits them.”