Time Travelling: My Love from the Royal Family

Carlson was so surprised that his jaw dropped. For a while, he took dumbstruck, full of astonishment. Words failed him and he stammered, "What? Am I hearing things?"

"I want to play a matchmaker for your aunt, Princess Nicole," Harper repeated as she flung her arm around Carlson's neck. "I have a friend whose father has lost his wife years ago. I think her father has a good family background and is a talented man. My friend is looking for a good wife for her father. When she mentioned this, I realized Princess Nicole is an ideal candidate. Do you think it's workable?"

Carlson swallowed his saliva, recalling what happened to the last man who proposed to his aunt. His aunt had brutally beaten up the man and thrown him into the moat.

"Harrell, I don't think it's a good idea. My aunt won't agree. The last man who proposed to marry her was beaten up and thrown into the moat. If you think he is a good man, then don't give him a chance to be trea

go back and check my aunt's opinion. But it's up to God whether she will accept it or not."

"The only thing you need to do is ask her opinion. Tomorrow, at this same time, I will be waiting for you here to know her response," replied Harper, planning on ending their conversation.

"But wait! Where on earth do you live?" Carlson asked curiously.

The smile on Harper's face was profound. She did not make any reply. Carlson pressed his lips and said, "Forget it. See you tomorrow. I'll go back and ask my aunt. If she is willing to marry, I'll tell you. But the chances are slim."

Carlson had no idea why he decided to run away as soon as possible. It was Harrell who had kept his secret from him. However, a strange feeling was gnawing at Carlson today. He somehow felt overcome by guilt. He once again wondered how Harrell and Harper were friends. He couldn't come in terms with the fact that Harrell liked an arrogant and mean lady like Harper.