?<strong>Chapter 548:</strong>


    Shawn, equally startled, had managed to retain some rity despite the alcohol haze. The moment Agate entered, he instinctively turned to shield them, trying to cover up.


    “Oh, dear!” Agate eximed, spinning around and hastily covering her eyes. “Sorry! Shawn is here too! I’ll just leave you two alone! You continue, don’t mind me!”


    Katherine scrambled to adjust her clothes, quickly hopping down from the shoe cab.


    “Mom, what are you doing here?” she asked, still trying to gather herself. Agate kept her hands over her eyes, clearly flustered.


    “I had a disagreement with your dad, and I thought I’de to chat with you for a bit. It’s nothing, really! I’ll head home now!” Agate quickly exined.


    Shawn, seeing the situation, realized he should be the one to leave.


    “Darling, I’m not worried about you not getting married; I’m worried about you getting hurt. People change, and although Shawn seems like a good guy, I fear you may end up wasting precious years of your life. Katherine had once struggled to understand why her parents were so adamant about marriage, but now she was beginning to see their point of view.


    “Mom, I understand. I’ll feel him out.”


    “Alright, it’s gettingte,” Agate said, patting Katherine’s hand. “Wash up and get some sleep.”


    After her shower, Katherine had justin down when Shawn called.


    “Not asleep yet?” he asked.


    “Neither are you,” Katherine replied.


    Shawnined, “I thought I could hold you while sleeping tonight.”


    “me my mom?”


    “How could I dare?” Shawn said. “You owe me one.”


    Katherine couldn’t suppress a smile. “You’re quite the businessman. It’s not as if I invited my mom over, after all.”


    “But you still have to take responsibility. I was already aroused and had to suppress it. Do you have any idea how ufortable that was?”


    “As if I wasn’t feeling it too.”


    “Feeling what?”


    Katherine didn’t answer, thinking of Shawn lying in bed, sleepless and alone, which was both pitiful and amusing.


    “Alright, I’ll make it up to you next time, okay?”


    “Really?”


    “Of course.”


    “Love you, my dear wife!”


    Katherine’s heart skipped a beat. “Who’s your wife? We’re not married yet, don’t call me that.”


    “Isn’t it just a matter of time?”


    Katherine sat up. “Do you really want to marry me?”


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