Page 1 of Ninety-nine times he refused my marriage proposal

When I was eighteen, Grayson called his most promising student Bennett into the study at home to discuss something important.

That day, Bennett wore a well-fitted shirt and gold-rimmed glasses, standing straight with an outstanding demeanor.

I was hiding nearby, peeking, when Grayson called me into the study.

With a serious expression, he said: "I have to leave for ten years. What worries me most is my daughter."

Grayson placed my hand in Bennett's, tears welling in his eyes.

He said: "She only has me as family. Could I ask you to take good care of her?"

I looked back and forth between them in confusion, my heart racing with panic.

I asked: "Dad, what are you talking about? Where are you going?"

Grayson sighed.

He said: "The country has assigned me to conduct research. I won't be able to contact family or return home for ten years."

I stood there, my hands trembling uncontrollably.

Bennett held my hand firmly, his voice gentle yet resolute.

He said: "Don't be afraid. Grayson has been good to me. From now on, you'll be like my little sister. I'll take good care of you."

The entire room fell silent, with only the sound of wind rustling through book pages.

I suddenly remembered that when I was five, my mother Ayla Cameron had also left me for similar reasons.

Later, due to a laboratory explosion, Ayla was severely injured and couldn't be saved.

All I saw in the end was a handful of her ashes and three lettersone she had written for each year.

Ayla's colleague told me her final words.

She said: "I know the current experiments are dangerous. I only regret that my daughter has grown up without her mother's company. But national affairs are more important. I can only say 'I'm sorry' to her."

Ayla never saw me again, and I never saw her one last time.

Now, Grayson would be gone for ten years. In the tenth year of my relationship with Bennett, Grayson faced a similar situation.

However, this time, there was hope that Grayson could be rescued.

At twenty-eight, this marked my ninety-ninth time hoping to marry Bennett.

When no one else was around, I gripped Bennett's hand tightly.

I said trembling: "Bennett, I want to marry you."

Bennett sat upright beside me, slowly pulling his hand away.

His tone seemed unnatural: "Adeline, now isn't the right time for us to get married." Adeline Cameron is my name.

I cried out anxiously: "But!"

What Grayson wanted most now was for me to get married. So whenever this topic came up, I became anxious.

Just then, someone passed by nearby. Bennett immediately withdrew the hand he was about to use to pat my head.

He said: "Don't worry. Grayson will be fine."

Bennett rejected me once again.

Even after seeing more and more people in the hallway, he quietly distanced himself from me.

My heart suddenly ached sharply, and tears began to fall.

After ten years, I still wasn't used to his coldness toward me in front of others.

I gripped my skirt tightly, lowering my head in grievance.

The kiss marks he'd left on my waist last night were still there.

Perhaps seeing how heartbroken I was, Bennett, standing a step away from me, sent me a message: [Don't worry. I will definitely marry you.]