Savage Love On His Wheelchair novel Chapter 8

“I was reading Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice last night and got a bit carried away. That’s why I overslept. I’m sorry!”

Mrs. Grant looked at Rosemary with admiration and said, “It’s a really good book. I heard your father said you are studying art?”

Nodding her head, Rosemary replied, “Yes, I’m studying acting. I hope to finish my studies after I get married. I know this career is going to be controversial, but I really love acting.”

As she finished, there was a noise outside the door. It was Daisy’s voice, “Mum and Dad, I’m home!”

Laurie met Mrs. Grant’s surprised look and said, “This is my little girl, Daisy. She’s been lively since she was a kid, not like Rosemary.”

“It’s better for girls to be lively.” Mrs. Grant stood up and said, “We’ll send a car for Rosemary tomorrow morning to see Wilson. You’re getting married, after all. Meet your future husband first, then you won’t be scared!”

“Thank you, Mrs. Grant!” Rosemary said, and Mrs. Grant stood up, smiled and left.

As Soon as Mrs. Grant left, Daisy said to Rosemary, “You’re really good. I’ve only been out for half a day and you’re going to marry Mr. Grant.”

Rosemary smiled, looked back at Daisy and said, “What? If you want to be The Young Mrs. Grant, you can have it.”

Daisy didn’t get angry. She was in a good mood after her date with John Sawyer.

Daisy smiled at the thought that Rosemary was about to marry a living dead man. “I’ll leave that to you. I already have someone I love. When I turn 18, I will be engaged to him!”

“Really? Congratulations!”

“You really should congratulate me, because you know the man I’m marrying!” Daisy looked at Rosemary and said, “He is... John Sawyer!”

“John Sawyer from The Sawyer family, Congratulations!”

“Don’t you feel bad about it?” Daisy walked in front of Rosemary and smiled coldly, “I know you’ve been dating him for almost two years!”

Rosemary’s heart was broken.

But she lifted her face to Daisy and said proudly, “Really? Congratulations! It takes courage to pick up what others don’t want!”

“You…”

Daisy raised her hand and before she dropped it, she heard a voice behind her. “Daisy, what are you doing?”