Got On His Love Pirate Ship

In the evening, Roan came to see me while I was cooking at home.

Perhaps my younger brother had told him something. He came to the kitchen with ease, and his nearly 6-foot-5 frame blocked the door tightly.

“Did you go on a blind date today?” he asked, his brows slightly furrowed, wearing an expression of inquiry.

I ignored him, focused on cutting vegetables.

He let out a cold laugh, a bit annoyed. “What’s the matter, getting too old, and no one’s interested in you?”

“How many blind dates are there this month? Are you in such a hurry to get married?”

“I suggest you stop going on blind dates altogether. Even if you go, it’s just a waste of their time.”Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

I remained silent, turning around with tears streaming down my face.

He panicked. “Is it that upsetting? Don’t… Don’t cry. If it’s that serious, I can just marry you.”

Me: “This onion is too spicy…”

Roan: …