Chapter 561: Chapter 561



“Mom, Dad, could you please sit down?”

“What’s the matter?” Agate asked, a knot of worry forming in her stomach. “Have you and Shawn split up?”

“No, it’s not that.”

“Then spit it out; you’re making me nervous!”

Turner remained silent but his eyes were intently fixed on Katherine, observing her every gesture.

With a flourish, she lifted her hand high.

“Ta-da!” She revealed a sparkling ring on her finger.

Agate gasped, leapt up, and seized Katherine’s hand, peering at the ring, half-expecting a joke.

“Is this for real?” Tears started to gather in her eyes. “Have you and Shawn really decided to get married?”

“Yeah,” Katherine confirmed with a smile. “He’s coming by later to talk with you both.”

“So soon? I haven’t even styled my hair yet! Oh my!”

Katherine’s cheeks turned a shade pinker.

“Yes, he wants to properly show his respect. He’s also planning to bring his family over for dinner in a few days. He’s got everything arranged.”

Before Shawn left the house, Joelle and his assistant arrived to help him check the gifts loaded in the trunk. Shawn voiced his concerns for the fifth time.

“Is this enough? Should I add something else?”

Joelle and the assistant exchanged a glance, both feeling a bit amused.

“Shawn, you’ve even included those two exceptional bottles of vintage wine that Dad treasured,” Joelle said, a hint of exasperation in her voice. “If you think that’s not sufficient, you might as well deliver yourself as a gift!”

The assistant agreed, adding, “Actually, that’s not a bad idea!”

“What would you know? Nobody ever complained about an excess of politeness!” Shawn retorted, adjusting his tie in the car’s rearview mirror. Earlier, his composure had been steady, but that was before Katherine called to say Agate had dashed to the salon for a quick hairstyle upon learning of his visit. The prospect of meeting Agate looking fresh from the salon stirred a fear in Shawn of making a social blunder.

While playful in her remarks, Joelle was also caught up in the moment and had contributed some pieces from Adrian’s collection.

Once everything was accounted for, Shawn settled into the driver’s seat.

“Why do I feel like a deliveryman?”

Joelle tapped Shawn’s forehead. “Come on, be serious! Here’s to you gaining Katherine’s parents’ approval!”

The long-serving assistant also chimed in with his good wishes.

“Mr. Watson, here’s to a joyous and loving future with Miss Nash.”

As Shawn drove off, a wave of sentiment washed over him.

“Mom, Dad, I’m finally taking this big step. I’m starting my own family.”

With only ten minutes left before Shawn arrived, his phone, carelessly tossed onto the passenger seat, began to ring. He glanced at the screen to see a familiar number flashing. He ignored the first call, but the phone rang again almost immediately after he declined it.

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