After hearing Evelyn Peary's words, Yancy Hastings furrowed his brows, looking up to stare at her intently.
Evelyn Peary felt her skin crawl under his scrutiny. After years of no contact, she no longer knew his personality well.
"Why do you refuse?"
Evelyn Peary was speechless. Seriously? That wasn't even a real question, was it? Why should she agree? What reason did she have to agree? Marriage should be based on love! Besides, she had always seen Yancy Hastings as a brother, a buddy, a friend. She could hardly imagine what being married to him would be like.
In the past, whenever she upset her older brother, he would bring up Yancy Hastings, suggesting she marry him. It never failed; it always made her behave.
She knew that at home, her older brother's opinion carried weight. If her older brother wanted her to marry Yancy Hastings, there was an eighty percent chance she wouldn't be able to get out of it.
