The Bigshot's Superstar Wife-Chapter 114: Let’s Talk

Elara barely managed to set down her teacup without spilling its contents.

Her throat burned as she coughed violently, trying to process what Lawrence’s mother had just said. Did she just ask about a wedding?

Lawrence, the insufferable man, was still leaning back in his chair with that damn smirk on his face.

He didn’t even try to help her. Instead, he casually sipped his coffee like this was the most normal conversation in the world.

Elara wiped her mouth and forced a smile, trying to act as if she hadn’t almost choked to death. "I’m sorry, Madam, what did you just say?"

Lawrence’s mother smiled warmly, placing her hands on the table.

"I asked when you and Lawrence plan to have the wedding, dear. You’ve already been together for some time, haven’t you?"

Elara opened her mouth, then closed it again. What was she supposed to say? She had no idea how to navigate this conversation.

"Mother," Lawrence finally spoke, setting his cup down, "you’re getting ahead of yourself."

"Am I?" His mother arched an eyebrow. "You brought your girlfriend home, she stayed the night, and now you’re saying I’m rushing things?"

Elara stiffened. Wait. What did she mean by that?

Lawrence’s father, who had been silently reading the news in his optical brain, finally spoke up.

"It would be good to solidify things properly. The Demerin family isn’t known for casual relationships."

Elara felt like banging her head against the table. Why was this conversation even happening?

"I... I think it’s too early to talk about weddings," Elara finally managed to say, her voice a little shaky. "We haven’t really... uh... discussed it."

Lawrence’s mother hummed thoughtfully. "Then what about a family? Have you two considered children?"

Elara dropped her knife. Children?

She barely managed to keep her face from bursting into flames. She didn’t even dare look at Lawrence, afraid of what expression he was making.

"Mother," Lawrence said with an exasperated sigh, rubbing his temples. "One thing at a time."

His mother huffed. "Fine, fine. But you should at least announce your engagement. It will be good for the family name. Don’t you think so, Elara dear?"

Elara felt like she was going to faint. She was being dragged into something she hadn’t even agreed to! How did things spiral out of control like this?

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Lawrence, to her absolute horror, didn’t even refute the engagement part. Instead, he turned to her with a teasing glint in his eye and asked, "What do you think, sweetheart?"

Elara nearly kicked him under the table. Oh, he was enjoying this way too much!

She forced another polite smile. "I think we should take things slow. We don’t want to rush into anything without proper consideration, right, Lawrence?"

He tilted his head slightly, eyes glinting mischievously. "I don’t know, Elara. If you’re eager, we could always set a date sooner."

She definitely kicked him that time.

Lawrence’s mother sighed dramatically.

"Young people these days. Always wanting to take things slow. Back in my day, when a man brought a woman home, it meant something serious."

Elara wanted to scream.

"Now, now," Lawrence’s father finally spoke again, "let them take their time. As long as they don’t break up suddenly." He gave Lawrence a pointed look, as if daring him to do so.

Lawrence merely smiled. "Don’t worry, Father. I have no plans of letting her go."

Elara felt her heart skip a beat. Why did he have to say things like that? She knew he was just keeping up the act, but still!

"Good," his father nodded. "Because if you do, I’ll be the first to step in and set things straight."

Elara suddenly had the feeling that escaping from this family would not be easy.

"Anyway!" She forced a laugh, trying to change the subject. "I think we should enjoy breakfast first before talking about serious matters."

Lawrence’s mother chuckled. "Oh, dear, this is just a casual conversation! But fine, I’ll let you off the hook for now."

Elara exhaled in relief.

As breakfast continued, she found herself feeling more comfortable despite the earlier trauma. Lawrence’s parents were warm, albeit a little too invested in their son’s love life.

However, just as she was starting to relax, Lawrence leaned over and whispered into her ear, "You’re enjoying this too much, aren’t you?"

She shot him a deadly glare. "I will murder you in your sleep."

He only laughed. Oh, he was definitely going to suffer later.

Elara thought she was finally safe after steering the conversation away from engagements and children, but she should have known better.

As they moved to the living area, sipping on post-breakfast tea, Lawrence’s mother suddenly clapped her hands together with an excited glimmer in her eyes.

"Elara, dear, since you’ll be staying with us, why don’t you and Lawrence share a room?"

Elara almost choked on her tea. Was she serious?

Lawrence, on the other hand, looked completely unbothered. In fact, he leaned back against the couch and casually sipped his drink. "That might not be a bad idea."

She stabbed him with her eyes.

Lawrence’s mother took Elara’s stunned silence as hesitation and smiled knowingly.

"Oh, don’t be shy, dear. You’ve already spent the night together once, right? What’s a little more closeness?"

Elara felt her soul leave her body. She quickly tried to regain her composure. "I think it’s best if I have my own room. I wouldn’t want to impose on Lawrence’s space."

Lawrence’s father chuckled, his deep voice filling the room. "Ah, you don’t know my son well enough, do you? He doesn’t mind."

Elara wanted to throw something at Lawrence. He was just sitting there, enjoying every second of her suffering.

"Actually," Lawrence said, setting his cup down, "if Elara is uncomfortable, I won’t force her. She can have her own room. For now."

Elara narrowed her eyes. What did he mean by ’for now’?

His mother sighed dramatically. "Fine, fine. But I’ll be watching you two. Don’t take too long to make things official!"

Elara barely suppressed a groan. She had no idea how long she could keep up this act.

When they finally left the room, she whipped around and glared at Lawrence. "Enjoying yourself?"

His lips curled into an infuriating smirk. "Immensely."

She took a deep breath. Patience. Patience.

Lawrence leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "Relax, sweetheart. Just think of it as an extended performance."

Elara huffed. "If this is a performance, then I want a raise."

Lawrence chuckled, his deep voice sending an unexpected shiver down her spine. "We’ll negotiate later."

Elara groaned. This was going to be a nightmare.