Charles Anderson's heart was troubled, yet he smirked coldly, "Rosie, I've been thinking, we've been together for so long and haven't met each other's parents. Why not invite your father over to Anderson Castle tonight for a gathering."
"What exactly do you want to do?" Whenever Rosie Scott talked about family, her face would turn pale, and she maintained a serious demeanor.
"I said, let's have a gathering, so your father can see how I treat you, and he can feel at ease."
The young woman suppressed the anger in her chest, took a deep breath to calm down, "My dad is busy."
"It's perfect because I have time. We can visit your family home together."
"Family home?" Rosie Scott really thought Charles Anderson had quite the nerve; we weren't even an official item, yet he was already staking claims.
"We aren't married yet, isn't it a bit too soon for you to say such things, Mr. Charles?"
