Savage Love On His Wheelchair

Chapter 7 Marry into The Grant Family 7

Rosemary smiled and nodded. She took Andrew Harris by the hand and said, “Dad, don’t worry. I

know!”

“Rosemary, I’m sorry to you and your mother!”

“Dad, don’t say that. I... I don’t have a boyfriend anyway, it’s the same to marry anyone! Besides, it’s

better to get along with a vegetable than with an enemy!”

Andrew Harris had no idea what Rosemary was insinuating. He nodded heavily and said, “Go to school

and get a suspension. You won’t need to go on studying after you get married anyway!”

Rosemary said, “Dad, I don’t want to drop out of school. I want to keep going!”

Andrew Harris heaved a sigh of helplessness and said, “It’s not that I don’t want you to go to school.

It was The Grant family who said that The Young Mrs. Grant was not allowed to go out in public, so...”

“Don’t worry. I will discuss this matter with The Grant family. It’s getting late. Good night!”

“Good night!” Andrew Harris said, looking at Rosemary, his lips twitching. In the end, he said nothing.

Rosemary went back to her room and sat at her desk. Looking at the picture on the desk, her tears Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

burst like a flood.

She cried on her desk, thinking of all the kindness and care John Sawyer had shown her for the past

two years. In the end, it was all an illusion. The man she loved the most was with her sister now.

Rosemary didn’t know if what she couldn’t accept was that John Sawyer didn’t love her, or that Daisy

was the one he liked.

But whatever it was, Rosemary just wanted to blow off some steam right now. Tears trickled down her

cheeks to the floor, tick-tock, which was so sad in the silence of the night.

Andrew Harris, who was standing at the door serving food, listened to the cry and a line of tears came

down his face. He knew that Rosemary was gentle by nature, just like her mother. She agreed to marry

into The Grant family because she wanted to help him.

Andrew Harris, his hands shaking slightly, carried the meal downstairs. He was alone in the living room

smoking a cigarette, the smoke curling round and round into the air.

The next morning, Rosemary was barely awake when she heard a knock on the door.

Rosemary’s eyes prickled. She stood up and said in a hoarse voice, “What’s up?”

“Miss Harris, The Grant family has sent a proposal. Mr. Harris wants you to freshen up and come

down!”

“I…” Rosemary was crying herself hoarse last night. She tried to speak now, but there was a burning

sensation in her throat.

“Miss Harris, are you alright?” said Mrs. Smith. She heard Rosemary's voice hoarse and could not help

worrying.

“I’m fine. I just have a sore throat. Off you go! I’ll take a shower and come down!”

As soon as Rosemary said that, she heard Mrs. Smith going downstairs.

Rosemary got up and went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She was gaunt, her

eyes bloodshot and swollen like walnuts.

Rosemary took a quick shower, changed into a white knee-length dress, put on light makeup to hide

her haggard appearance, and went downstairs.

She saw it was Mrs. Grant this time. She smiled and said, “God morning, Mrs. Grant”

“Didn’t you sleep well last night? Why do you look so pale?” Mrs. Grant said, looking at Rosemary’s

gaunt face.