No one else might understand, but how could she not?

Joanna Ramsey hasn’t even seen Victor Bennett in person.

The White Family currently seems to treat Joanna quite well, but what’s the point?

If they really get married, it will be Victor Bennett spending a lifetime with Joanna, not the White Family...

But now, saying anything is pointless.

She looked at Joanna, hoping to see some reluctant or unwilling expression on her face, but saw nothing.

...

After the banquet, Joanna Ramsey returned to the White Family with them.

The banquet hall was too chaotic; she didn’t get a chance to speak with Joanna.

Back at the hotel.

Bella Green threw herself onto the big bed as soon as she returned to the room, burying her face in the soft blanket, lying motionless like a corpse.

Mason Bennett came in a few minutes later, and this was the scene he saw upon entering the bedroom.

He paused for a moment and then walked over to turn her over.

"Aren’t you afraid you’ll suffocate?" Mason scolded.

Bella took a deep breath, her face a bit flushed.

It was suffocating.

But even more frustrating.

"Mason, do you think Joanna and Victor are suitable for each other?" she asked in a deep voice.

Mason looked at her, both amused and exasperated.

This little creature was so upset, and it turned out to be for someone else?

She had been giving him a cold shoulder all night; he was upset too.

"Whether they’re suitable or not is their business," he said. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Bella sat up and looked at him, her expression slightly displeased.

That wasn’t the answer she wanted to hear.

"Weren’t you the one trying to match Joanna with your brother before?"

She remembered Mason had that intention before.

Mason showed no expression upon hearing this.

"They had a blind date, and the next step is naturally marriage, but Joanna didn’t fancy him. I can’t force a marriage?"

Bella looked at him, suddenly at a loss for words.

Feels like Mason’s words were awkward, but there was no real problem with them.

Indeed, they had met before, and logically, if they liked each other, the next step would be discussing marriage.

Their problem was that they didn’t like each other, right?

Bella suddenly looked at Mason with a resentful expression: "Brother, thankfully you aren’t as foolish as Victor."

Mason’s face immediately darkened upon hearing Bella compare him to Victor Bennett.

Before he could protest, Bella seemed to think of something and spoke again.

"No, you’re not any better than him."

After saying this, the girl angrily got up from the bed and slipped into the bathroom.

Mason rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache.

Is she still not over this?

But what’s actually bothering her?

Mason thought for a long time without figuring it out.

He grabbed some clothes and went straight into another bathroom.

After taking a shower and coming out, Bella was already on the bed, her eyes tightly shut, but it was unclear if she was asleep.

Mason stood there for a while, then walked over and lifted the covers to get into bed.

On the three-meter wide bed, Bella lay in the corner, with ample space in the middle enough for two more people.

Mason shifted toward the center; there was still plenty of space.

He furrowed his brows slightly, feeling displeased. Why is this bed so big?

Thinking about it, he shifted again.

Once the distance was about right, he stopped, then raised his hand and gently tickled Bella’s waist.

The girl’s body trembled, and she scooted further to the side of the bed.

This action clearly showed she was still sulking.