Sigmund sensed someone’s presence and looked up. He met Ivor’s gaze, and they paused momentarily. Soon after, Ivor asked concernedly, “Grandpa, why are you up so late? Did you have trouble sleeping?”
“It’s yours and Bonnie’s big day tomorrow. Of course, I can’t sleep. I could’ve slept all night if I had some warm milk before bed,” Sigmund said as he gazed at his grandson suspiciously. “Why did you go out instead of staying here to prepare?”
The older man squinted before asking, “Did you go and see Bonnie? You seriously couldn’t wait for a few hours?”
Ivor smiled but did not deny it. “I needed to discuss some details with Bonnie. Talking about them over the phone was inconvenient, so I went to her.”
“Is that so?” Sigmund smirked, clearly not believing his grandson. The former continued, “I don’t think that was your priority. You just wanted to see Bonnie, didn’t you?”
At that moment, Sigmund recalled the first time Bonnie and Ivor met. The older man said emotionally, “When I told you to propose to Bonnie, you were extremely unwilling, you little brat. Everything has worked out well now, hasn’t it? You two cling to each other like glue. I can’t even stand it sometimes.”
After some thought, Ivor said, “It must be fate.”
Sigmund acted like an old child, saying, “What the hell do you mean by fate? Bonnie would've left long ago if I hadn’t bugged you to propose to her.”
“You’re right, Grandpa. Bonnie and I wouldn’t be together if you weren’t such an excellent matchmaker. We’ll honor you together in the future,” Ivor said earnestly.
Sigmund laughed heartily. “I’m looking forward to it.”
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