Done Hiding as Your Backup Plaything I'm Shining Golden as a Queen - Chapter 152: Chapter 152
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Mara truly didn't hold any grudges.
After all, without the Whitmore family, there wouldn't be the Mara of today. Perhaps back in middle school, she really would have been dragged back home by her parents and forced to marry some old man she'd never met and felt nothing for, all because he'd offered a dowry they couldn't refuse.
The Whitmore family had saved her life. Everything she'd done back then was just repaying that debt.
She had indeed fallen for Cassian. When Mrs. Whitmore mentioned wanting her as a daughter-in-law, she hadn't been without joy. And later, when she heard Cassian say he only saw her as a sister, she had truly suffered.
But all of that had been buried in the past the moment Cassian drew that clear line between them.
"I just see them as benefactors."
The two walked and talked, not noticing the figure following behind them, listening to every word of their conversation.
Then, hearing that last sentence, he froze completely in place.
Just benefactors.
Cassian suddenly remembered three years ago, when his friends had thrown a party to celebrate his recovery. At the party, they'd talked about all of Mara's care over the years.
"Now that you're completely recovered, Mara's finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Her suffering has paid off."
"Dude, when are you gonna marry her?"
Hearing that question, his expression had suddenly turned cold: "Don't talk nonsense. I just see her as a sister."
Looking back now, not long after he'd said those words, Mara had walked into the room. She must have heard what he'd said.
At the time, he'd felt that those years of paralysis had made him too pathetic, too embarrassing.
He thought he should be the dazzling golden boy, someone everyone looked up to, someone without any flaws.
So he'd desperately avoided that period of paralysis, and deliberately distanced himself from Mara, who was inseparable from that time.
In his arrogance, he'd thought that as long as he remembered the debt, gave her enough money and respect, Mara should gratefully accept it.
Back then, he'd casually spoken those words, never thinking about how deeply they might cut when they reached her ears.
Until this moment, when he heard such a similar sentence.
"I just see them as benefactors."
How was this not poetic justice?
He smiled bitterly and reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a square velvet box. With a soft click, the contents were fully revealed.
It was a diamond ring with a 5-carat pink diamond in the center, surrounded by smaller diamonds arranged to form two letters:
"C&M"
He carefully took out the ring, gently stroking the raised details with his fingertip.
Cassian and Mara.
It was the engagement ring he'd had specially made after realizing his own feelings.
Not knowing when he'd see Mara again, he'd carried it with him everywhere, hoping that someday he could personally place it on her ring finger.
He'd finally gotten his reunion, but this ring never even had a chance to see the light of day.
Mara and Noah's wedding invitation arrived at Whitmore Group three days later. When it was delivered, Marcus and the others happened to be there.
When the assistant came upstairs with the invitation and pushed open the door, he only saw Marcus and the group. After a moment of confusion, he handed over the invitation, asking them to pass it along.
Looking at the red invitation, the group exchanged glances, and finally couldn't resist opening it for a peek.
They justified it to themselves:
"It's fine, it's just an invitation, not some classified document."
But when they opened it and saw the name inside, everyone present couldn't help but gasp.
Mara?
Was this the Mara they were thinking of?
Just then, a voice suddenly came from behind them: "What's everyone huddled around for?"
After all, without the Whitmore family, there wouldn't be the Mara of today. Perhaps back in middle school, she really would have been dragged back home by her parents and forced to marry some old man she'd never met and felt nothing for, all because he'd offered a dowry they couldn't refuse.
The Whitmore family had saved her life. Everything she'd done back then was just repaying that debt.
She had indeed fallen for Cassian. When Mrs. Whitmore mentioned wanting her as a daughter-in-law, she hadn't been without joy. And later, when she heard Cassian say he only saw her as a sister, she had truly suffered.
But all of that had been buried in the past the moment Cassian drew that clear line between them.
"I just see them as benefactors."
The two walked and talked, not noticing the figure following behind them, listening to every word of their conversation.
Then, hearing that last sentence, he froze completely in place.
Just benefactors.
Cassian suddenly remembered three years ago, when his friends had thrown a party to celebrate his recovery. At the party, they'd talked about all of Mara's care over the years.
"Now that you're completely recovered, Mara's finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Her suffering has paid off."
"Dude, when are you gonna marry her?"
Hearing that question, his expression had suddenly turned cold: "Don't talk nonsense. I just see her as a sister."
Looking back now, not long after he'd said those words, Mara had walked into the room. She must have heard what he'd said.
At the time, he'd felt that those years of paralysis had made him too pathetic, too embarrassing.
He thought he should be the dazzling golden boy, someone everyone looked up to, someone without any flaws.
So he'd desperately avoided that period of paralysis, and deliberately distanced himself from Mara, who was inseparable from that time.
In his arrogance, he'd thought that as long as he remembered the debt, gave her enough money and respect, Mara should gratefully accept it.
Back then, he'd casually spoken those words, never thinking about how deeply they might cut when they reached her ears.
Until this moment, when he heard such a similar sentence.
"I just see them as benefactors."
How was this not poetic justice?
He smiled bitterly and reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a square velvet box. With a soft click, the contents were fully revealed.
It was a diamond ring with a 5-carat pink diamond in the center, surrounded by smaller diamonds arranged to form two letters:
"C&M"
He carefully took out the ring, gently stroking the raised details with his fingertip.
Cassian and Mara.
It was the engagement ring he'd had specially made after realizing his own feelings.
Not knowing when he'd see Mara again, he'd carried it with him everywhere, hoping that someday he could personally place it on her ring finger.
He'd finally gotten his reunion, but this ring never even had a chance to see the light of day.
Mara and Noah's wedding invitation arrived at Whitmore Group three days later. When it was delivered, Marcus and the others happened to be there.
When the assistant came upstairs with the invitation and pushed open the door, he only saw Marcus and the group. After a moment of confusion, he handed over the invitation, asking them to pass it along.
Looking at the red invitation, the group exchanged glances, and finally couldn't resist opening it for a peek.
They justified it to themselves:
"It's fine, it's just an invitation, not some classified document."
But when they opened it and saw the name inside, everyone present couldn't help but gasp.
Mara?
Was this the Mara they were thinking of?
Just then, a voice suddenly came from behind them: "What's everyone huddled around for?"
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