Savage Love On His Wheelchair

"Rosemary, call grandma." Andrew Harris urged.

"Grandma." Rosemary said with a coy look on her face.

"Good girl, come on, come to me."

The old lady pulled Rosemary into the seat next to her, her face beaming with love.

"Rosemary, I'd like you to meet Wilson's good friend Joseph Flower. He has just returned from abroad." The Old Mrs. Grant took Rosemary by the hand.

Joseph Flower stood up gracefully with a faint smile on his face. He held out his long hand. "Hello, Miss Harris, nice to meet you."

"Hello, Mr. Flower, nice to meet you." Rosemary politely extended her hand to greet him.

Joseph Flower nodded to Rosemary, then turned to The Old Mrs. Grant and said, "Mrs. Grant, I have to go."

"Ok. Drop in more often when you're free." The Old Mrs. Grant smiled lovingly and said slowly.

"Okay!" Joseph Flower nodded to Andrew Harris and Rosemary, then turned and walked out the door.

The Old Mrs. Grant pulled Rosemary to sit down.

Seeing that she was nervous, she said slowly, "Rosemary, you don't have to be so nervous. From now on, we'll be a family. You don't have to be too formal. Just do what you always do." The more she looked at her, the more she liked her.

Rosemary smiled at the old lady. She felt a little better for the titular grandmother, making her want to treat her better in the future.

"Okay, I got it, grandma." Rosemary replied sweetly.

"Owen, bring me my stuff." Said the old lady, smiling.

"Yes, Ma'am!" Owen, the butler, turned away happily.

Looking at everyone talking and laughing, Rosemary felt more bitter. She could not hurt the kind old lady she was looking at, so she tried to make people think she was happy.

Even though Rosemary tried to hide it well, Andrew Harris could see through it. He was heartbroken, but he had no choice.

He stood up suddenly and nodded to The Old Mrs. Grant. "I'll go out first. Please keep talking with Rosemary."

Rosemary looked up at Andrew Harris and smiled.

"Okay." The Old Mrs. Grant didn't seem to find anything wrong with Andrew Harris.

"Here is what you asked for." Owen took a box handed to The Old Mrs. Grant in front.

The Old Mrs. Grant took The box and took Rosemary by the hand. Her voice was more serious than before. "Rosemary, today is your wedding day to Wilson, and I know it's a bit hard to ask you to marry into our family this way. But rest assured, you will not be ill-treated by our family."

"This box was given to me by my mother when I was married to The Grant family. I'm giving it to you now, as my wedding gift to you and Wilson. But you have to remember that you can't tell anyone about this, not even Wilson or his parents."

Hearing the contents of the box were so valuable, Rosemary said: ", Grandma, this gift is so valuable and I can't take it. Besides, I married into The Grant family voluntarily, so you don't have to feel sorry for me."

The Old Mrs. Grant put The box into Rosemary's hand and said, "If you don't take it, you're looking down on me."

"The Young Mrs. Grant, you can take it!" Owen urged.

Rosemary didn't know what to do. She looked up at Owen and saw that he was nodding. She could only take it helplessly, "Grandma, I'll take it, please don't get angry."