No matter how subtly Doreen hinted, Roscoe did not respond, never initiating anything, which left her feeling anxious and frustrated.

After all, being a woman, it wasn't proper for her to be too forward.

Yet, Roscoe was unresponsive as if he were made of stone.

Doreen had even arranged for people to test Roscoe, sending both seductive and innocent women his way, but Roscoe showed no interest, giving no one any opportunity.

While this reassured Doreen, she couldn't shake the fear that perhaps Roscoe wasn't interested in women at all... Maybe he had some unusual preferences...

This thought haunted Doreen, especially since she noticed that Roscoe seemed unusually attentive to Nicole. It was more than just attention.

The usually reserved Roscoe had actually initiated a conversation with Nicole.

Every glance they shared made Doreen uneasy because Roscoe never looked at her that way. In fact, he barely looked at her at all.

Worrying about this, Doreen grew more anxious, pulling on Roscoe's arm as she continued, "Roscoe if I get pregnant now, it won't show at the wedding. That would be perfect, right?"

Roscoe furrowed his brows slightly, keeping his hands tucked in his pockets. He was not fond of Doreen's touch. Even her touching his clothes was uncomfortable for him.

At times, Roscoe doubted the rumors that he and Doreen had ever been a couple. If they truly had been a couple, why would her touch irritate him so much? Even her sleeve brushing against him was unbearable. The idea of having a child with her seemed even more intolerable.

Roscoe answered evasively, "We'll talk about it later."

Doreen failed to detect the evasion in his voice. Seeing Roscoe not agreeing to her proposal, she boldly suggested, “How about I come over to your place tonight? We could..."

Roscoe, unable to contain himself any longer, shook her off as he walked, responding coldly, “That's not very convenient." This was his kindest way of saying no.

Miguel had been constantly reminding Roscoe that it was crucial he treated Doreen nicely. The alliance of their families was based on merging interests. Roscoe couldn't speak freely, and he was expected to tolerate Doreen's tantrums at all times.

Miguel had advised Roscoe that girls were delicate and reserved and that he needed to spoil Doreen.

Indeed, Doreen was the epitome of delicacy. She would complain about her feet and legs hurting after just a short walk, and even dining was fraught with complications. Her delicacy was frustrating.

As for Doreen's supposedly reservedness, Roscoe couldn't see it. He understood her overtly flirtatious hints. He simply chose not to respond. They even repulsed him.

“What's wrong? Are you busy tonight?" Doreen persisted in asking.

"Yes, I have some matters to discuss."