Dylan grumbled to himself. Why did Grandma May and Imogen both say he had better not regret it? What did he have to regret? Could he not know who he really liked, what he really wanted?

He was no longer a three-year-old kid. He was almost thirty and very much had a mature mind. He would not do anything he would regret. Imogen said something so similar to what Grandma May said, it was no wonder that she picked Imogen.

“Ms. Doyle, I’ve never done anything I’ve come to regret. Even if I didn’t make the right choice, I would face it openly without regrets.”

Imogen laughed. “Alright, I know. Since there’s no way you’ll fall for me, I won’t force it. It’s not like I’m unmarriageable. Why should I cling to you? I’d end up lowering my worth instead.”

She had also been pampered and raised as the apple of her family’s eye. It was not like no one wanted her. The Doyles were a distinguished family in Huntington too. She had both pedigree and status. As long as she wanted to get married, there