8 The Best Guy

Aphrodite's POV_

I fight back my amusement after Hephaestus said those words.

I don't remember him saying he likes me and that other same stuff.

I'm looking at him, dumbfounded.

Fighting the urge to launch myself and strangle him.

"Oh! A very honest guy!"

My father can't hide his delight. He's enjoying his own idea.

"Hephaestus!" I shouted at him.

I saw him flinch.

And my father looks at me and he's like shooting daggers because he knows I won't accept it.

"What are you doing, Hephaestus? We talk about it, right? Why are you saying that?"

Holy crap, did I just shout at this poor guy? What the hell is he doing?

"Aphrodite, please hear me. I'm not even done." He smiles apologetically at me.

What is his plan? I don't know anymore.

"Lord Zeus, like what I said, I gladly take your daughter as my wife, only, only if she likes to." His voice is warm and sincere.

I want to hug him because he's not being a total jerk.

"As you can see, Aphrodite is not like any kind of a woman. You can't just ask her to settle down. So forcing a marriage to her might not do well. I rather support her whenever she's ready."

I will hug him. Heppy is still the adorable guy I know thousands of years ago. He's the best.

"Sigh. Well then, I guess I won't compel. I'm sorry for this Aphrodite. Maybe your old man wants to see you settle and happy." I can see the sadness in his eyes. My father is indeed concern about me.

"I'm sorry father. I'm sorry, I'm not yet ready. Time will come for sure." I smile sweetly at him.

I hug him and pat his shoulder.

"Thank you, father." I murmured to him.

And yeah, it's done.