Lucas did not say anything; he simply raised his hand and ran it through her hair. Even though they both used the same bath products, Melody always carried a more intense and fragrant scent on her body. As he remained silent, Melody took on the role of livening up the atmosphere. "Grandma, how has your throat beentely? Did you try the honey I brought for youst time?"


    Beatrice nodded repeatedly. "Yes, I did. My throat feels much better now. The honey you bought is really good. Even your grandfather, who''s not fond of sweet things, finds it soothing."


    Melody smiled. "I bought it from a beekeeper in the countryside. It has much fewer additives than those processed ones. It''s pure and natural, so you and Grandpa can drink it without worries. I''ll buy more next time!"


    Meanwhile, Lucas was still ying with Melody''s hair. For some reason, Beatrice was ring at him.N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.


    "Lucas doesn''t like to drink hot beverages; he starts his day with iced coffee despite my many warnings that it''s not good for the stomach. Melody, it''s good that he has you now. You need to remind him more often to stop drinking iced coffee so much," nagged Beatrice.


    Melody pouted yfully. "Grandma, he won''t listen to me. However, he listens to the two of you the most, so you and Grandpa should remind him frequently."


    Beatrice chuckled. "Don''t worry. You can tell me and Grandpa if he doesn''t listen to you. We''ll make sure to teach him a lesson!"


    Melody deliberately leaned against Lucas'' shoulder and looked at him smugly. "You heard that, right? I have Grandma and Grandpa backing me up, so you better listen to me from now on!" Lucas was not annoyed; he even extended his index finger to gently brush against her cheek. "When did I not listen to you? Hm?"


    His voice was deep, resembling cello tones, and there was a hint of amusement in it.


    Melody''s face immediately turned red.


    Beatrice felt even more reassured seeing the young couple getting along so well.


    "Sir, Ma''am, Mister Lucas, Miss Melody, dinner is ready. Shall we serve it now?"


    "Let''s have dinner now. We can continue our conversation at the table," Cedric spoke first. He knew what his wife wanted to ask, but there was no rush. They needed to fill their stomachs first.


    After dinner, while sipping tea to cleanse their ptes, Beatrice asked, "Now that both of you have stable rtionships and careers, have you thought about when to have the wedding?"


    A wedding? Which girl had not fantasized about her own wedding? Melody had thought about it more than once. She envisioned herself wearing a pure white, borate wedding gown, walking down the aisle with a long train, heading toward her groom amidst the blessings of others.


    However, she was not Lucas'' real wife. Was it necessary for her and Lucas to have a wedding?


    Melody nced at Lucas questioningly but found him frowning while looking at his phone as if he had heard something troubling.


    Melody''s heart sank a little, and she tactfully said, "Grandma, there''s no need to rush the wedding. Anyway, we''ve registered our marriage, so whether we have a wedding or not doesn''t really matter." Beatrice shook her head. "Silly child. Getting the marriage certificate is one thing, but a Rivera''s wedding is absolutely not to be skipped! You''re the only granddaughter-inw we acknowledge. We''re going to give you the grandest wedding so the entire world can witness your happiness. We can do itter if you don''t want to do it now, but it must be done! Lucas, say something. Don''t you have any thoughts about the wedding? Don''t tell me you''re going to let Melody do all the hard work?"


    Beatrice looked at Lucas sharply. She had long noticed that Lucas had been upied with his phone ever since they had finished eating.


    ''Doesn''t he get tired of looking at that stupid thing?'' she wondered.


    Lucas did not seem to hear Beatrice''s question, and it was Melody who reminded him before he responded, "I don''t have any objections. I''ll go along with it if you insist on having a wedding." Beatrice red at him. ''Why does he make it seem like the wedding has nothing to do with him?''