Maya Spencer took a deep breath, her face showing no hint of happiness.
Three years ago, she tried every way possible to leave this man, and now he has become her betrothed, how ironic.
Sitting to her left, Liam Spencer listened to her unsettled breathing, turned his head to glance at her, and rarely saw a different expression on her usually lazy face.
The corners of his mouth slightly lifted, a smirk that was more mocking than anything else.
Maya's gaze didn't fall on Liam; she didn't see his displeasure caused by her little mood.
Subsequently, dozens of eyes in the room simultaneously turned toward her.
"Maya, do you have any objections to the wedding arrangements?" Old Master Spencer asked with a full smile, seeming quite fond of her.
Hearing her grandfather's question, Maya swallowed and solemnly declared, "Grandpa, I want to marry Kinsley Spencer!"
As soon as she finished speaking, everyone was stunned; after three years, she was still so reckless.
