Her So-Called Special Test

I had proposed seven times, but Winnie Smith continued refusing to marry me.

This was because the Smith family had a special test. To marry their daughters, their sons-in-law had to refrain from sleeping with their fiancees after being drugged.

I tried seven times. However, every time after I regained consciousness, Winnie would be sleeping naked next to me.

She would cry and throw herself into my arms. “It’s fine. We can try again. I trust you.”

It was not until the eighth time that I overheard her instructing the butler, “Switch the aphrodisiac to sleeping pills, and make sure it’s a high dosage.

“After he falls asleep, I’ll take it from there as usual.”

While I kept my eyes shut tight, I could hear her taking off her long dress. Then, she came over to unbutton my shirt.

I heard her sigh. “I’m sorry, Benjamin Lowe. Joe Anderson’s been diagnosed with cancer, and his last wish is to be with me.

“Don’t worry, though. After he passes, I’ll marry you immediately.”

Right then, I realized that her family’s test had been a lie she told just to marry her childhood best friend.

The next day, my parents pressured me again to leave the country and inherit the family business. So, I agreed to their request.

Since she wanted to marry Joe, I would wish the couple well.

It was already morning when I woke up.

Like the previous seven times, Winnie was lying naked next to me with tears in her eyes.

Before I could speak, she hugged me and cried, “Benjamin, don’t blame yourself. This isn’t your fault, and I don’t blame you at all.”

Then, she shouted at the butler, “Are you deaf? I’ve told you many times to reduce the dosage!

“Benjamin and I are this close to getting married, and you’ve ruined it all!”

The butler lowered his head and spoke respectfully. “Ms. Smith, I’m only following the Smith family’s rules.”

She seemed even more upset and almost passed out from crying.

I wanted to pat her back and comfort her out of reflex. But when I recalled what she said last night, my hand froze midair.

This scene had played out too many times. It was my fault for loving her so much that I trusted her every single time.

Three years ago, when I first asked for her hand in marriage, she had a bigger reaction than I did.

She begged her parents to accept me, and she begged her grandfather not to give me a hard time. On top of that, she threw a tantrum at her family home and claimed that the family’s test was unfair.

“Every aphrodisiac is specially made for the person. With how concentrated and effective it is, almost no one’s passed the test. You’re just trying to stop us from getting married!”

Even though Winnie was delicate, she endured a dozen beatings from her grandfather that day.

I could not stand it anymore and forced myself through