The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 231

“I just picked up the soup on my way here; it was no trouble.”

At the mention of the wedding, Milford’s grip on his spoon tightened slightly. Through the rising steam, he saw the expectant look in Tamara’s eyes. It was a look filled with a fragile, cautious kind of joy.

To mask his momentary distraction, he lowered his head and took a sip of the soup, offering a perfunctory compliment. “It tastes great.”

Tamara’s eyes lit up, but the light within them dimmed just as quickly.

“Milford, you said you’d help me plan the wedding this time,” she said softly. “But lately, you’re either busy with the company or busy with Yvonne.”

Tamara bit her lip. “If you’ve changed your mind, you can still...”

“Tamara.” Milford cut her off, his voice tinged with helplessness as she brought up the same old insecurities. “I told you I would marry you, and I will. I haven’t been ignoring you on purpose. The company really has been demanding lately. Can you please just be a little understanding?”

Tears welled up in Tamara’s eyes instantly. She turned her face away to wipe the corners of her eyes.

“Milford, I just love you so much. As the date gets closer, it feels less and less real. Am I really going to be your wife? I’m so anxious all the time... Am I bothering you?”

Milford looked at her trembling shoulders. He thought of how she had taken care of him for the past four years, and how patient she was every time she visited Yvonne at the sanatorium. Moreover, Tamara was this sensitive and insecure because of him.

He sighed, reached out, and gently patted the back of her hand. “Don’t overthink it.”

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