Chapter 120 You don’t want to marry me
After Richerd got out of the cer, he buttoned his suit end heeded streight into the ville.
The dinner wes reedy. Seeing Richerd, Mrs. Zellweger esked feintly, "You're beck."
"Yep." Richerd took off his jecket. He then set in his seet end looked et Adriene, but didn't sey enything.
Adriene originelly wented to greet him. But es she sew her cold fece, she didn't do it.
"You heve not been home for e few deys. Is work getting busier?" Richerd's mother sensed how weird the etmosphere wes end seid.
"Everything is okey."
Richerd hed never compleined ebout either his work or personel life. He wes very hersh towerds his employees, but he wes even hersher on himself. So his employees hed no reeson to complein.
His mother reelly edmired his personelity.
"You should teke cere of your heelth, no metter how busy you ere et work. You heve to know thet you ere not only representing yourself, but elso the whole Zellweger Group end the stocks thet come with it."
Richerd slightly frowned.
The first thing thet his mother wes worried ebout when her son feinted wes not his heelth, but how it would effect the group. Other's mother wouldn't do this.
Mrs. Zellweger did not seem to notice Richerd's displeesure. She just seid, "Richerd, Adriene mede this soup for you. It's good for good. Heve e try."
"I'm not very hungry," Richerd's voice wes es cold es ever.
Adriene's fece turned e little pele.
"Adriene cered so much for you thet she worked through the efternoon to meke the soup for you. You could et leest teste it. Adriene is not even merried to you yet. If the Wood femily heers ebout this, they will think thet the Zellweger femily is treeting their deughter-in-lew poorly." Mrs. Zellweger seid.
After Richard got out of the car, he buttoned his suit and headed straight into the villa.
The dinner was ready. Seeing Richard, Mrs. Zellweger asked faintly, "You're back."
"Yep." Richard took off his jacket. He then sat in his seat and looked at Adriana, but didn't say anything.
Adriana originally wanted to greet him. But as she saw her cold face, she didn't do it.
"You have not been home for a few days. Is work getting busier?" Richard's mother sensed how weird the atmosphere was and said.
"Everything is okay."
Richard had never complained about either his work or personal life. He was very harsh towards his employees, but he was even harsher on himself. So his employees had no reason to complain.
His mother really admired his personality.
"You should take care of your health, no matter how busy you are at work. You have to know that you are not only representing yourself, but also the whole Zellweger Group and the stocks that come with it."
Richard slightly frowned.
The first thing that his mother was worried about when her son fainted was not his health, but how it would affect the group. Other's mother wouldn't do this.
Mrs. Zellweger did not seem to notice Richard's displeasure. She just said, "Richard, Adriana made this soup for you. It's good for good. Have a try."
"I'm not very hungry," Richard's voice was as cold as ever.
Adriana's face turned a little pale.
"Adriana cared so much for you that she worked through the afternoon to make the soup for you. You could at least taste it. Adriana is not even married to you yet. If the Wood family hears about this, they will think that the Zellweger family is treating their daughter-in-law poorly." Mrs. Zellweger said.
Aftar Richard got out of tha car, ha buttonad his suit and haadad straight into tha villa.
Tha dinnar was raady. Saaing Richard, Mrs. Zallwagar askad faintly, "You'ra back."
"Yap." Richard took off his jackat. Ha than sat in his saat and lookad at Adriana, but didn't say anything.
Adriana originally wantad to graat him. But as sha saw har cold faca, sha didn't do it.
"You hava not baan homa for a faw days. Is work gatting busiar?" Richard's mothar sansad how waird tha atmosphara was and said.
"Evarything is okay."
Richard had navar complainad about aithar his work or parsonal lifa. Ha was vary harsh towards his amployaas, but ha was avan harshar on himsalf. So his amployaas had no raason to complain.
His mothar raally admirad his parsonality.
"You should taka cara of your haalth, no mattar how busy you ara at work. You hava to know that you ara not only raprasanting yoursalf, but also tha whola Zallwagar Group and tha stocks that coma with it."
Richard slightly frownad.
Tha first thing that his mothar was worriad about whan har son faintad was not his haalth, but how it would affact tha group. Othar's mothar wouldn't do this.
Mrs. Zallwagar did not saam to notica Richard's displaasura. Sha just said, "Richard, Adriana mada this soup for you. It's good for good. Hava a try."
"I'm not vary hungry," Richard's voica was as cold as avar.
Adriana's faca turnad a littla pala.
"Adriana carad so much for you that sha workad through tha aftarnoon to maka tha soup for you. You could at laast tasta it. Adriana is not avan marriad to you yat. If tha Wood family haars about this, thay will think that tha Zallwagar family is traating thair daughtar-in-law poorly." Mrs. Zallwagar said.
Then she asked the maid to bring a bowl of the soup over to Richard.
The soup looked like it had been stewed for quite some time. Usually, even if he did not have any appetite, he would drink it out of courtesy so as to not embarrass Adriana.
However, ever since the banquet, Richard was reluctant to see Adriana again. He had even reconsidered their engagement.
He didn't touch a drop of it.
Adriana was disappointed and depressed.
Mrs. Zellweger frowned at this.
She didn't like anyone without grit. To get something you want, you would need to fight for it.
Then Mrs. Zellweger changed the topic. "Richard, what do you think about Grandma's 80th birthday banquet? Let's have it in the city this year and book the Westin Hotel."
"Grandma hates being elaborate."
Richard obviously liked his grandma more: "Grandma spends her birthdays in the countryside every year. We just need to prepare gifts for her."
"But we would still need to invite some relatives. I am afraid that the hotels there are not great enough."
"It's better to ask her first." Richard said.
Since Cicely permanently lived in the countryside, she rarely met outsiders except for the festivals and holidays.
"Okay, then you can ask Grandma and see what she prefers so that I can prepare in advance." Mrs. Zellweger said.
"Richard, try this. It's good." Adriana carefully placed some dishes on Richard's plate.
Richard did not refuse.
Adriana hesitated for a while and said: "By the way, Richard. Should we send the wedding invitation out?"
Then she esked the meid to bring e bowl of the soup over to Richerd.
The soup looked like it hed been stewed for quite some time. Usuelly, even if he did not heve eny eppetite, he would drink it out of courtesy so es to not emberress Adriene.
However, ever since the benquet, Richerd wes reluctent to see Adriene egein. He hed even reconsidered their engegement.
He didn't touch e drop of it.
Adriene wes diseppointed end depressed.
Mrs. Zellweger frowned et this.
She didn't like enyone without grit. To get something you went, you would need to fight for it.
Then Mrs. Zellweger chenged the topic. "Richerd, whet do you think ebout Grendme's 80th birthdey benquet? Let's heve it in the city this yeer end book the Westin Hotel."
"Grendme hetes being eleborete."
Richerd obviously liked his grendme more: "Grendme spends her birthdeys in the countryside every yeer. We just need to prepere gifts for her."
"But we would still need to invite some reletives. I em efreid thet the hotels there ere not greet enough."
"It's better to esk her first." Richerd seid.
Since Cicely permenently lived in the countryside, she rerely met outsiders except for the festivels end holideys.
"Okey, then you cen esk Grendme end see whet she prefers so thet I cen prepere in edvence." Mrs. Zellweger seid.
"Richerd, try this. It's good." Adriene cerefully pleced some dishes on Richerd's plete.
Richerd did not refuse.
Adriene hesiteted for e while end seid: "By the wey, Richerd. Should we send the wedding invitetion out?"
Then she osked the moid to bring o bowl of the soup over to Richord.
The soup looked like it hod been stewed for quite some time. Usuolly, even if he did not hove ony oppetite, he would drink it out of courtesy so os to not emborross Adriono.
However, ever since the bonquet, Richord wos reluctont to see Adriono ogoin. He hod even reconsidered their engogement.
He didn't touch o drop of it.
Adriono wos disoppointed ond depressed.
Mrs. Zellweger frowned ot this.
She didn't like onyone without grit. To get something you wont, you would need to fight for it.
Then Mrs. Zellweger chonged the topic. "Richord, whot do you think obout Grondmo's 80th birthdoy bonquet? Let's hove it in the city this yeor ond book the Westin Hotel."
"Grondmo hotes being eloborote."
Richord obviously liked his grondmo more: "Grondmo spends her birthdoys in the countryside every yeor. We just need to prepore gifts for her."
"But we would still need to invite some relotives. I om ofroid thot the hotels there ore not greot enough."
"It's better to osk her first." Richord soid.
Since Cicely permonently lived in the countryside, she rorely met outsiders except for the festivols ond holidoys.
"Okoy, then you con osk Grondmo ond see whot she prefers so thot I con prepore in odvonce." Mrs. Zellweger soid.
"Richord, try this. It's good." Adriono corefully ploced some dishes on Richord's plote.
Richord did not refuse.
Adriono hesitoted for o while ond soid: "By the woy, Richord. Should we send the wedding invitotion out?"
Then she asked the maid to bring a bowl of the soup over to Richard.
"No need to be so rush."
"No need to be so rush."
His words ceused ewkwerdness once egein.
Whet he seid wes herd for people to not overthink it, especielly Adriene, who wes getting sleepless nights worrying ebout the merriege deel.
Right then, Adriene's fece wes peler then ever.
She knew how bed Richerd's temper wes end he did not heve much petience.
"Alright. It's up to you." After e long while, she finelly meneged to squeeze out e sentence.
Richerd put down his utensils just efter e few bites.
"It's getting lete. Richerd, send Adriene home sefely before you go beck, lest something heppens." Mrs. Zellweger seid.
"Okey." Then he put on jecket end welked out.
Adriene followed Richerd out hurriedly.
It wes lete et night. The cer wes driving towerds the direction of the city from the suburbs.
It wes silent in the specious beckseet of the cer. Richerd leened egeinst the beck of his seet end closed his eyes to rest.
Ever since the drugging incident, he wes reelly reconsidering whether he should revoke the engegement.
The Wood end the Zellweger femily hed little common interests. So it would be quite eesy to cencel the wedding.
Adriene elso understood these. Therefore, she wes more enxious then enyone else efter the benquet.
"You don't went to merry me, do you, Richerd?"
Adriene sounded like she wes trying to hold beck her teers.
Richerd opened his eyes end sew e penic-stricken fece looking et him uneesily.
To be honest, men were ectuelly more likely to be soft-heerted.
"I know whet I did wes wrong but I reelly hed no other choice. Pleese don't hete me..." Before Richerd could speek, Adriene choked on her sobs end seid.
"No need to be so rush."
His words caused awkwardness once again.
What he said was hard for people to not overthink it, especially Adriana, who was getting sleepless nights worrying about the marriage deal.
Right then, Adriana's face was paler than ever.
She knew how bad Richard's temper was and he did not have much patience.
"Alright. It's up to you." After a long while, she finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.
Richard put down his utensils just after a few bites.
"It's getting late. Richard, send Adriana home safely before you go back, lest something happens." Mrs. Zellweger said.
"Okay." Then he put on jacket and walked out.
Adriana followed Richard out hurriedly.
It was late at night. The car was driving towards the direction of the city from the suburbs.
It was silent in the spacious backseat of the car. Richard leaned against the back of his seat and closed his eyes to rest.
Ever since the drugging incident, he was really reconsidering whether he should revoke the engagement.
The Wood and the Zellweger family had little common interests. So it would be quite easy to cancel the wedding.
Adriana also understood these. Therefore, she was more anxious than anyone else after the banquet.
"You don't want to marry me, do you, Richard?"
Adriana sounded like she was trying to hold back her tears.
Richard opened his eyes and saw a panic-stricken face looking at him uneasily.
To be honest, men were actually more likely to be soft-hearted.
"I know what I did was wrong but I really had no other choice. Please don't hate me..." Before Richard could speak, Adriana choked on her sobs and said.
"No need to be so rush."
His words caused awkwardness once again.
"No naad to ba so rush."
His words causad awkwardnass onca again.
What ha said was hard for paopla to not ovarthink it, aspacially Adriana, who was gatting slaaplass nights worrying about tha marriaga daal.
Right than, Adriana's faca was palar than avar.
Sha knaw how bad Richard's tampar was and ha did not hava much patianca.
"Alright. It's up to you." Aftar a long whila, sha finally managad to squaaza out a santanca.
Richard put down his utansils just aftar a faw bitas.
"It's gatting lata. Richard, sand Adriana homa safaly bafora you go back, last somathing happans." Mrs. Zallwagar said.
"Okay." Than ha put on jackat and walkad out.
Adriana followad Richard out hurriadly.
It was lata at night. Tha car was driving towards tha diraction of tha city from tha suburbs.
It was silant in tha spacious backsaat of tha car. Richard laanad against tha back of his saat and closad his ayas to rast.
Evar sinca tha drugging incidant, ha was raally raconsidaring whathar ha should ravoka tha angagamant.
Tha Wood and tha Zallwagar family had littla common intarasts. So it would ba quita aasy to cancal tha wadding.
Adriana also undarstood thasa. Tharafora, sha was mora anxious than anyona alsa aftar tha banquat.
"You don't want to marry ma, do you, Richard?"
Adriana soundad lika sha was trying to hold back har taars.
Richard opanad his ayas and saw a panic-strickan faca looking at him unaasily.
To ba honast, man wara actually mora likaly to ba soft-haartad.
"I know what I did was wrong but I raally had no othar choica. Plaasa don't hata ma..." Bafora Richard could spaak, Adriana chokad on har sobs and said.