Chapter 3 Self questions

In the opulent living room of their vast and beautiful mansion, surrounded by lush green grass and towering trees, the family sat in stunned silence. Roman's mother, Lisa, sighed heavily, her exhaustion evident on her face.

"Oh my, what am I going to do with this child?" she lamented, shaking her head. "Roman is doing whatever he wants, without any regard for reason or consequence. He doesn't want to get married, and he doesn't even have a girlfriend for me to hope that he'll settle down someday."

Lisa's frustration was palpable, and her younger son, Azazel, attempted to intervene. "Mom, if you had taken my advice, we wouldn't be in this situation," he said gently.

Lisa turned to him, her expression incredulous. "How could I have taken your advice, Azazel? You know how Roman is – he doesn't want to get married, and he's ruined his engagement three times already."

Azazel signaled to the head maid to bring him a glass of water, which he then offered to his mother. "Calm down, Mom. Please, drink this and try to relax."

Lisa accepted the glass and downed the water in one gulp, knowing she needed to compose herself before Roman arrived. Azazel sat beside her, watching as she struggled to regain her composure.

As Lisa's agitation slowly subsided, Azazel smiled reassuringly at her. "Mom, let's talk about this calmly. Roman is an adult, and he has the right to make his own decisions. Maybe we should try to understand why he's so against getting married."

Lisa looked at her younger son, her expression softening slightly. She knew Azazel was right, but it was hard for her to accept that Roman might not want the same things she wanted for him.

Azazel smiled as he looked at his mother, who appeared more composed after drinking the glass of water. "Mom, now that you've calmed down a bit, let's talk," he said, taking hold of her hand.

Lisa looked up at her son, who was taller than her even when seated. Her curiosity was piqued, and she anticipated that he might know where his brother was. "Do you know where Roman is? We could go talk to him," she asked.

Azazel sighed and shook his head. "No, Mom, I don't know where he is. But please listen to me with an open heart, and don't say anything until I'm finished. Just listen."

Lisa nodded, sensing that her son was about to share something important. Azazel began, "Mom, let me ask you a question. Did you ever ask Roman if he liked the girl you wanted him to get engaged to? Because I don't think it's fair to assume he agreed out of love."

Lisa frowned, reconsidering her previous assumptions. "No, I didn't ask him. But I thought that since he initially agreed to the engagement, he must have had no problem with it."

Azazel clarified, "Mom, agreeing to something doesn't necessarily mean the person loves, likes, or wants it."

Lisa reflected on her actions, realizing her mistake. "You're right, dear. I should have confirmed with Roman multiple times to ensure he truly wanted to get married."

Azazel smiled, relieved that his mother understood. "Mom, you can be annoying sometimes," he teased, trying to lighten the mood.

Lisa playfully chased Azazel, who ran towards his room. "You shouldn't run! You should stay there since I'm annoying sometimes, huh?" she said, laughing.

Azazel stopped running and knelt down, looking up at his mother. "Mom, you look beautiful," he said, attempting to lift her mood.

Lisa's expression softened, and she opened her arms. "Come here, let me hug my dear son. I know your intention is to make me feel better, right?"

Azazel smiled, nodding, and hugged his mother.

Meanwhile in Julie's hospital room

Here is a continuation of the story from the point where Julie is contemplating Roman's proposal:

"What should I do, Eiluj?" Julie asked herself, staring at the ceiling.

Eiluj is what Julie call herself when she is thinking or let say she take it as a name of her soul who she asked thing or talked to.

"You should say no, of course," a voice in her head replied. "You barely know him. What if he's crazy?"

"But what if he's not?" another voice countered. "What if he's genuinely interested in helping you?

Julie sighed, tossing her head from side to side. "I don't know...I just feel like there's something about him that I can trust."

"Trust?" the skeptical voice scoffed. "You can't trust someone you just met!"

Julie frowned, trying to shut out the doubts. "Maybe I can. Maybe I should take a chance."

"But what about your independence?" the voice asked. "You've worked so hard to get where you are. Do you really want to give that up?"

Julie's eyes narrowed. "I'm not giving anything up. I'm just...exploring my options."

" And yeah I have to look for a job,"

The voices in her head fell silent, and Julie lay there, lost in thought. What was she going to do?

Roman, who is lying on a couch in the hospital ward's living room. His gaze is fixed on the ceiling, and his face is calm, revealing his striking handsome features. The tranquility of his expression accentuates his natural beauty, making him appear even more captivating.

Roman seems lost in thought, his silence a testament to his introspective state. The hospital setting implies that he might be recovering from an injury or illness, but his calm demeanor suggests that he's not in any immediate distress.

"Will she agree to be my wife," Roman said thinking about what to tell her to agree or maybe they should marry with benefits.