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But the Hansons spent most of their tabroad and didn't have any business dealings with Kay.
So if Kay looked down on her so much, why would she introduce her to a family like this?
Mrs. Hanson glanced up at Sylvia the moment she heard her voice, her sharp eyes scanning Sylvia from head to
toe at least three times over, as if she was inspecting a piece of merchandise.
After a moment, Mrs. Hanson clicked her tongue. "Pretty enough, but way too skinny. My son Yves is the only
male in four generations. Are you even capable of giving us a grandson?"
Sylvia shot a sideways glance at Yves after hearing that.
His gaze was odd-less like a man checking out a woman, more like he was sizing up a mannequin. It made her
uneasy right down to her bones, like there was shidden agenda she couldn't quite figure out.
Well, if Mrs. Hanson didn't like her, at least Kay could say she tried.
"Mom," Yves suddenly spoke up, his voice gruff and edged with annoyance.
Mrs. Hanson's hand froze around her teacup, and she glanced at Yves as if by reflex.
When Yves nodded, her whole demeanor changed instantly.
She pointed to the seat across from her. "Have a seat."
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Mrs. Hanson handed her a menu with a forced smile. "Order whatever you like- don't be shy."
The sudden change left Sylvia totally baffled.
She accepted the menu politely and ordered the first thing her eyes landed on-a Caesar salad.
Mrs. Hanson frowned. "You're just having that? How are you supposed to have children if you barely eat? Once a
woman's married, her family comes first- what's the point if you don't have kids?"
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Sylvia blinked, taken aback. Before she could recover, Yves turned and fixed his gaze on her.
"I'm satisfied with you. Pick a date you like and we'll get married."
"Wait... What?" Sylvia stared at him in disbelief. She couldn't believe the first thing out of his mouth was about
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He wasn't just big-he was freakishly strong. The way he squeezed her hand
made her feel like a doll.
"Your bones are delicate, but your legs are gorgeous."
Sylvia shuddered, trying to yank her hand free.
Just then, a woman's voice called out from behind her.
"Sylvia? What are you doing here?"