Rejected the Demon’s Marriage Proposal Thousands of Times

ouldn’t yawn out of courtesy.

Rothgarr glanced at Anna, wondering if she was watching this scene and remembering those days when they were close to each other.

After another minute or two, Balan finally released Catherine.

Only then did Anna regain interest and look over, but she didn’t see any difference.

Catherine’s cheeks flushed, and she looked up at Balan, her eyes blurred: “Balan, I seem to feel something.”

“The contract was successful.
Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?” Balan asked quickly, still a little uneasy.

Catherine shook her head, looked at Balan and smiled, “No.”

Balan suddenly felt that something was not right, but at this time everyone around him cheered, so he didn’t overthink it.
He put his arms around Catherine and smiled at the crowd: “Thank you for coming to watch the ceremony, please head over next door and have fun!”

Catherine gently pulled on Balan’s finger and whispered, “Balan, I’m going to go have a word with my father.”

Balan smiled, “I’ll come with you.”

Catherine shook her head shyly and said, “I don’t want you to hear.”

Balan was stunned for a moment, then teased, “What kind of secret is it? Can I really not listen?”

“No!” Catherine took Balan’s hand, but Balan didn’t stop her.
She took two steps, looked back at Balan, and smiled.

Balan was a little stunned.
Today’s Catherine seemed to be extraordinarily strange.
Was it because she officially married him today and couldn’t bear her family?

He saw Catherine walking towards her father Viscount York, the latter’s expression was a little nervous and a little excited.

Viscount York held Catherine’s hand, and, taking advantage of the chance that Catherine’s body was blocking Balan’s sight, he put a string of a hollow crystal bracelet around Catherine’s wrist.

“Catherine, as expected of my daughter, you did a great job!” Viscount York’s hands were shaking slightly because of excitement, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth were twitching uncontrollably.

Catherine lowered her head and touched the string of hollow crystal bracelets.
This was made by the York Manor after she was taken away by Balan.
It took almost half a year.
There was only one trapping magic circle in it.
Although it was complicated, it was easy to start up, even for an introverted mage like her who was still only at a mage’s disciple level.

And it had only one effect.

Catherine stroked the bracelet and took two steps back under the surprised eyes of Viscount York and Hansen.
Coincidentally, she was right in the middle between Balan and her father.

She looked at Balan and smiled and said, “Balan, do you remember a human girl named Carol?”

At this time, all the guests who had come to watch the ceremony were almost gone.
Anna csaw that Rothgarr didn’t leave, so she didn’t leave, either.
But she felt that something was not right and couldn’t help but furrow her brows.

Balan looked at Catherine, only to feel that the smile on her face at the moment was very wrong, there was no shyness in the past, only sadness.

Perhaps there was also hatred in that smile.

But why did Catherine look at him with hatred?