Chapter 535: Chapter 535: "I Love You, Will You Marry Me?

"HISS... Young Mr. Quinn?" Misty’s demeanor changed in an instant. A guarded look filled his big, bright eyes. "I know him!"

Renee Jennings raised an eyebrow and said slowly, "He’s Daffy’s boyfriend, right?"

Misty: "HISS HISS... Young Mr. Quinn is Daffy’s boyfriend, but I don’t approve!"

"You don’t approve of this match?" Renee Jennings asked curiously. "Why not?"

Hearing this, Daisy Chapman went rigid. Her heart felt like it was racing down the highway, pounding fast and hard.

[The marten doesn’t approve of the match. Young Mr. Quinn really is a problem!]

[She ran into a scumbag.]

[That damn scumbag wasted six years of that poor girl’s life!]

The audience was already starting to flame him.

Renee Jennings glanced at the live comments, then heard Misty’s frantic hissing.

"Human, let me tell you, that Young Mr. Quinn is bad! He’s awful! He bullied Daffy!"

"Misty, can you tell me about it in more detail?"

Misty: "I lived there for a while. I saw Young Mr. Quinn kissing and hugging another human, and they were rolling around in bed!"

Misty: "And that’s not all! Sometimes they rolled around on the bed, sometimes on the sofa, and sometimes against the wall!"

Renee Jennings: "..."

Her slender brows drew together tightly as she asked, "What did Young Mr. Quinn call that person? Was she his wife?"

[Holy crap, so he really has a wife!]

[Poor Daisy Chapman was the other woman and didn’t even know it.]

"HISS HISS... Young Mr. Quinn called that human... Anna!" Misty suddenly leaned toward the screen. "But Anna isn’t his wife."

"Not his wife?" Renee Jennings blinked, a look of astonishment on her fair face. "Then what’s their relationship?"

Misty made a teeth-grinding sound. "I saw Young Mr. Quinn propose to Anna!"

At first, when Misty saw Young Mr. Quinn in bed with Anna, he hadn’t realized how serious it was. He was just curious.

’Humans are always hugging and rolling around.’

That is, until Young Mr. Quinn took out a ring and knelt before Anna to propose—

Misty, the little spy, finally realized something was wrong.

He remembered that night. Daisy Chapman had decorated the house beautifully, filling it with roses and candles. She was standing there to greet Young Mr. Quinn when he walked through the door...

"Young Mr. Quinn, this is our sixth Valentine’s Day together." Daisy Chapman gathered her courage and held out the custom-made ring. "Even though we’ve been apart more than we’ve been together all these years, my love for you has never faded with time or distance. In fact, it’s only grown stronger..."

"Young Mr. Quinn," Daisy Chapman said, gazing at the man before her. Her eyes swam with profound affection, and her heart was full of hope for their future. "Let’s get married. I’m ready. Ready to share every meal with you, from the porridge at sunrise to the wine late at night..."

"Daffy," Young Mr. Quinn suddenly interrupted, taking the ring box from her palm. He glanced at it for a second before snapping the lid shut.

"Y-Young Mr. Quinn?" Daisy Chapman called out, at a complete loss. It was as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over her head. "You..."

"Daffy." Young Mr. Quinn pulled her into his arms, his voice tinged with guilt. "I know how good you are to me, and how much you love me. I see it all, and I cherish it."

Daisy Chapman leaned stiffly against his chest and said in a muffled voice, "No, you don’t. If you did, you wouldn’t have made me wait until I was the one proposing to you."

"Daffy, I’m sorry. I’m just not ready," Young Mr. Quinn coaxed gently. "Marriage is a very serious matter to me. It’s more than just a promise; it’s a heavy responsibility. I’m afraid I don’t have what it takes to protect you from all of life’s storms yet. I don’t have the patience to build a home. I’m scared I can’t give you the stable, secure future you deserve."

"That’s okay," Daisy Chapman said, looking up at him. There was a tender light in her eyes and her voice was firm. "Marriage is something two people are supposed to figure out together. Don’t worry. I’ll be with you, and we can build our little home together."

From an angle Daisy Chapman couldn’t see, Young Mr. Quinn’s brow furrowed in frustration.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Daffy, you’re still young. You’re oversimplifying what marriage is."

"Am I?" Daisy Chapman broke free from his embrace, her eyes filled with disappointment. "When it comes down to it, you just don’t love me."

Her eyes welled with tears as she choked out, "Young Mr. Quinn, if you don’t love me, why can’t you be direct and just break up with me?"

"Daffy!" Young Mr. Quinn said with a sense of helplessness. "Can you please stop assuming the worst?"

"I don’t want to think this way. You’re the one forcing me to."

"Then how about this? I can take wedding photos with you, go on a honeymoon, and wear wedding rings with you. The bride price, the traditional gifts... anything you want, I can give you."

Daisy Chapman pressed her lips together, her tear-filled eyes staring at him in confusion. She didn’t say a word.

Young Mr. Quinn continued, "I can give you all of those things. I just don’t want to get the marriage license yet."

"Why?" Daisy Chapman’s brow furrowed. "Why is it the marriage license that’s the one thing you can’t do?"

"Daffy, I already told you, I’m not ready to be a husband or a father," Young Mr. Quinn said, looking pained. "Daffy, please, try to understand my side of things, okay?"

"I..." Daisy Chapman opened her mouth, then said quietly, "Just go. I want to be alone."

After Young Mr. Quinn left, Misty watched Daisy Chapman sit on the floor and cry all night, pouring out her sorrows to him in fits and starts.

Because of that night, the proposal left a deep impression on Misty. So when he saw Young Mr. Quinn proposing to someone else, his fur bristled with rage.

’What was that little bastard playing at?’

’Telling Daffy he didn’t want to get married, then turning around and proposing to Anna?’

"Anna, it’s been ten years," Young Mr. Quinn said, kneeling on one knee before the woman in the yellow dress. His eyes were full of emotion, his voice wrapped in a delicate tenderness. "I like you—no, I love you. I’ve loved you for ten whole years."

"David, what are you doing?" the woman in the yellow dress chided playfully.

"Anna, having you is the luckiest thing that’s ever happened to me." Young Mr. Quinn took a velvet box from his trouser pocket, his voice growing solemn. "I was just wondering... if I could get even luckier. Lucky enough to have you for the rest of my life?"

Misty was furious. He was squeaking frantically off to the side, but the two of them acted as if he were invisible, not even sparing him a glance.

This made Misty even angrier. He charged forward to bite Young Mr. Quinn but was shoved aside, tumbling THUMP THUMP THUMP down the stairs.

As Misty scrambled back up the stairs, he heard Anna’s voice.

Anna leaned down and tilted up Young Mr. Quinn’s chin. A sultry smile spread across her heavily made-up face. "David, you don’t actually want to marry me, do you?"

"Anna," Young Mr. Quinn said, looking at her with anticipation. "I love you. Marry me, please?"

"Hee hee hee..." Anna covered her mouth and giggled. "David, are you being serious?"

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