A Wonderful Fellow Yannick couldn’t comprehend why Jocelyn was rejecting him. He tightened his grip on her hand, saying, “We’re engaged, so what’s wrong with that? Besides, you can trust me. I’m a gentleman.”

A true gentleman? Who would proclaim themselves as such? Jocelyn let out a sigh.

“It’s still not right. I’ll live here after we’re married,” she said.

Jocelyn had always lived with her grandmother, who greatly shaped her thoughts and beliefs. Her grandmother disapproved of moving into a man’s home without being married first.

It took a while for Yannick to grasp the meaning of Jocelyn’s words. Once he understood, he responded, “In that case, I’ll take you and your grandmother home later.”

“Okay. Thank you,” Jocelyn responded politely and courteously.

“I am your fiancé, so can we drop the formalities?” Yannick was upset again. Taking Jocelyn’s hand, he continued, “From now on, you can just order me around, tell me to pick you up and drop you off, and skip the thank you’s, got it?” Jocelyn felt that Yannick, once drunk, seemed like a completely different person, even showing a hint of playfulness.