"Nowadays, we all value the freedom of marriage. How can you help me get engaged without asking me?"
Viola stood up abruptly, seething with anger.
Willard was rendered speechless. He tried to pull her arm, but she dodged him fiercely.
He withdrew his hand, smoothed his beard, and lost his confidence.
"Baby... I've already made the decision. Why don't you go to see Ormand? He's really a good man. He's five years older than you and knows how to take care of you. I'm so picky. Even I like him, so you'll like him."
"I don't want a man five years older than me! He's too old! I don't like it!"
Viola was stubborn.
She didn't plan to fall in love again for the time being, let alone get engaged and get married. No way!
"He is only twenty-eight years old. That's not old. Isn't your ex-husband five years older than you?"
Viola was speechless. "It's different. I won't agree. You'd better call off the engagement right now!"