Chapter 4 SO SOON

As soon as she uttered that word, Mide held her chin and lifted it slightly, causing her to look up. "Have you had a boyfriend before?" he asked abruptly.

This question caught Wuraola off guard. She never expected him to ask such a strange question and was short of words for a moment.

"Hmm?" Mide leaned in closer, with an iota of displeasure in his eyes." "Have you had any? How many?"

"None!" I replied firmly.

Mide was finally satisfied. "Good," he said.

He was a person with absolute love for sexual purity and had never had a girlfriend before, so he hoped that his wife would also be a person who valued sexual purity.

Wuraola was irritated by his satisfied look and pushed him away, standing up. "What's it to you whether I've had a boyfriend or not?"

"It's my business, of course. We're getting married soon," Mide raised an eyebrow.

It was as if their marriage was already taking place, right in front of them. Wuraola stomped her foot in anger. "I haven't agreed yet!"

It was like they were always circling around these few sentences.

"Do you have anything else to discuss with me? If you don't, ask someone to drive me home," Wuraola felt like her head was going to explode if she stayed any longer.

"Accompany me to the house tomorrow, and stay here tonight," Mide said, then thought it over and added, "You'll stay here from now on."

As soon as she heard that she was going to the family house the next day, Wuraola's heart sank, and all the jumbled thoughts in her mind disappeared.

"So soon?" she asked.

She had only threatened Mide's father today, and tomorrow she would be going to the house with his son. She couldn't imagine how Mide's father would react if he saw her the next day.

"That's the only way to make him lose his cool and reveal his true colors." Mide's voice was calm, as if he wasn't talking about his own father.

This made Wuraola even more curious, and couldn't help but ask, "Mide, are you not his biological son?"

Mide's face darkened as he glared at Wuraola, "I am his biological son."

"Then why do you hate him so much?" Wuraola felt that she wasn't wrong in her perception. Although Mide had never shown it, but she could feel that he hated that man, so much.

Mide fell silent for a moment. "Do you really want to know?"

Wuraola nodded.

"Then tell me, are you willing to marry me?" Mide took the opportunity to ask.

Hearing this question again, Wuraola rolled her eyes. "I'm willing. Can you tell me now?"

"Okay." Mide thought for a while and began with his mother. "My mother was my father's first wife. When he married her, he was still a poor young man. Despite my grandfather's objections, my mother married him. My grandfather reluctantly accepted him and even sponsored his business. The Wellington company is actually my grandfather's hard work."

Pausing for a moment, Mide continued, "But when I was eight years old, my grandfather's family suddenly went bankrupt. My grandfather went crazy and set fire at everyone in the house..."

Recalling that incident, Mide still had lingering fears. He clenched his fingers. "I didn't even have a chance to go see my mother before she died."

"I didn't see her body or anything. I just know that she died mysteriously."

Wuraola was shocked and covered her mouth. She understood now why Mide resented his father so much. "Do you suspect that your mother's death is related to your father?"

"It's not a suspicion, it's something I know," Mide corrected Wuraola. He knew the truth, but he had no evidence. The home keeper who had told him the truth had disappeared.

"But I have no evidence."

Wuraola was filled with mixed emotions. The feeling of rejection towards Mide had disappeared. No wonder, they were in the same boat.

"You haven't found any evidence in all these years?"

"He's on guard against me."

Mide was only the vice president of the Wellington company, because he inherited his mother's shares. Mide's father couldn't kick him out of the company, as he was a proud man who feared what others would say behind his back.

After saying all this, Mide suddenly felt relieved. It was as if the heavy burden that had been laying for long on his chest had disappeared, and he could breathe again.

He looked at Wuraola and turned to leave. "Get some rest. I'll take you back to the family house tomorrow."

Wuraola watched him leave without saying a word. She knew he was in a very sad mood and didn't want to follow him.

After standing on the spot for a while, one of the maids came to take her to one of the rooms. She tossed and turned until late at night before falling asleep. She got up early the next morning.

Just as she finished taking her bath, the maid came in with a variety of colorful and beautiful dresses.

"My Lord, asked that you choose your favorite outfit."

Wuraola's eyes were already dizzy from looking at the dense clothes. She rarely wore this kind of formal outfits, so she didn't know which one to choose.

It was at this moment that Mide walked into the room and casually picked out a pink and purple suit to hand over to her.

"Wear this."

"I don't like pink," Wuraola protested. She was already an adult, was it appropriate to wear such a pink outfit?

Mide shook his head and pointed at another outfit, "This isn't pink. Try it on."

The maid, who had come in earlier, was already gone and was muttering at the door with the others.

"My Lord said that the woman inside the room, is our future mistress. We have to take good care of her!"

Inside the room, Wuraola had already given up and was willing to put on the pink outfit she despised. She was about to take off her clothes when she saw that Mide had no intention of leaving. She said helplessly, "Aren't you going to go out and wait till after the wedding?"