Brandon Piers chuckled.
His lip upturned as he looked at the plump little fellow in front of him. "Is this what you are worried about?"
Abigail gave the man a serious look, "Shouldn't we be worried about this?"
"When did I ever need other people's approval to marry? I couldn't care less about their mockery." Brandon Piers replied, reclining against the headboard. His elegant voice held a subtle note of coldness, a trace of mockery flashing in his eyes, as if he found the question utterly dull.
Abigail quietly observed Brandon. She knew he didn't care much about others' opinions. Otherwise, he wouldn't have shattered the main branch of the Piers family at such a young age, earning a ruthless reputation.
But she never thought that it wasn't that he didn't care, he just lived life to the fullest.
Unlike her, who lived twice, yet still cared about such false concerns.