“Gerald, I bought these fruits for you. I’ve already washed them, so come over and eat them!”

Giya set a tray of fruits down upon the coffee table, then took an apple herself and began munching on it as she watched the television.

Rather than a runaway fiancée escaping an arranged marriage, Gerald thought she looked more like she’d come for a pleasant holiday.

He’d returned half an hour ago. After helping Giya get settled in, he’d gone to take a bath.

At the moment, he wasn’t sure what to say about this relaxed, untroubled mood she was in. Regarding the luxurious suite he was in, Gerald had only mumbled some throw-away excuse so far.

His earlier attempt at theatrics had flopped, and now he was no longer in the mood. Imagine bringing it up out of nowhere…

Gerald took a seat. “So, about your engagement… I think it’s best to talk things through with your father. Certainly, you can’t keep running away from it forever. The trouble with his business will ease in time—surely it’s not worth sa