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    At the same time, Elsa had discovered renewed meaning in life. Ethan had funded sponsorships for underprivileged kids and helped construct educational facilities in a far-off region, prompting Elsa to journey there and teach the young ones music, an activity that filled her with genuine happiness. With no one nagging him all the time, Ethan felt a lot better.


    “I’ve cleared all my piled-up tasks. Brenna, have you been busy these past few days?”AdChoicesADVERTISING


    It was only the previous evening that Ethan noticed they hadn’t chatted in days, leaving him to wonder if he had unintentionally upset her. So, rushing through a quick bite of breakfast that morning, he made a beeline for her home.


    His gaze softened with affection as he looked at her.


    Brenna offered a faint smile, her tone calm and unreadable. “Not busy at all. Why do you ask?”


    Ethan blinked, momentarily confused. If she hadn’t been upied, then why hadn’t she contacted him these past few days? That wasn’t like her. Brenna might not have been overly expressive, but she was never indifferent without a reason. Something was definitely wrong.


    Instead of driving off, Ethan reached out and gently sped her hand. “Brenna, if something is bothering you, or if I did something wrong, please, just tell me.”


    Brenna’s eyes flickered briefly toward him. “Are you sure you want to know?”AdChoicesADVERTISING


    The question hit Ethan like a punch to the chest. Something had indeed happened.


    “Yes, tell me,” he said softly.


    Brenna tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and spoke withposed restraint. “Your mother thinks we’re not suitable for each other. She actually went to a psychic who told her that ever since we started dating, your family has been cursed with bad luck—your brother losing his child, your father, too. She mes me for all of it. She says I bring misfortune to your family. ording to her, we really shouldn’t be together.”


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    Ethan’s expression darkened immediately. He hadn’t expected Elsa to go that far—or believe in something so absurd. His brow furrowed. “Brenna, don’t take her seriously. None of those things has anything to do with you.”


    He brought her hand to his chest, his voice firm but tender. “You know how my mom is, always looking for trouble. She doesn’t get to choose who I marry. Let’s just stick to our n, okay? We’ll go ahead with the destination wedding in two months.”


    But Brenna’s demeanor didn’t soften. Her tone remained steady and unyielding. “We can do thatter. My parents think I’m still too young, and honestly, waiting a few years to get married isn’t unreasonable. Don’t worry, Ethan—I’m not breaking up with you. I just want to postpone the wedding for now.”


    Relief washed over Ethan. For a moment, he had feared she was going to end things entirely. As long as she still wanted to be with him, he could live with the dy.


    Still, a lingering thought gnawed at him—Brenna probably didn’t love him enough. Otherwise, why would she be willing to postpone their marriage? He pushed the thought aside for now.


    “All right, Brenna, I respect your decision.” He leaned forward, brushing a soft kiss against her lips, his palming to rest at the curve of her neck. “Trust me. I’ll talk to my mom and deal with this.”


    He knew the Harper family still had reservations about him, and unless he fixed the matter, he would never be able to marry Brenna.


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