'Thank goodness, he did not follow me.' Isla sighed in relief as she had stopped glancing behind almost every second.
That man just now was Lance's younger brother, Waylen. He was an arrogant, shameless and disgusting person who could not take 'no' for an answer.
Pretty much everyday, she receives marriage proposals from this man. He would come to her shop with his beer belly and usual alcoholic stinky smell with different gifts. The most expensive gown in the village, he would bring for her and she would decline as she had seen more extravagant clothes. The most expensive and glittering necklace in the village, he displayed at her front, and she would also decline as she had seen many necklaces made out of real gold. Every gift that he bought was always for one reason and that was marriage. He did not buy a gift for her precious son, and that infuriated her greatly.
