The Enviable Mr. Yarwood
Max wasn't daft; he realized he was being led into a trap. Puffing out his cheeks, he replied, “Boss is kind to us too!”
“Oh, really?” Wynter's eyes twinkled with disappointment. She had hoped to glean some useful information, but Max, despite his loquaciousness, was quick on the uptake.
Max nodded solemnly. “Boss has no flaws!"
“Is that so?" Wynter's voice was calm. “Just a moment ago, you said I would be the one hurt.” Max's scalp tingled. “I was just talking nonsense. Boss is genuinely interested in you. He won't let you down, even if your backgrounds are different!”
“Is that so?” Wynter casually twirled her abacus, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Unfortunately, your boss and I are only putting on a show. How did you come to believe he’s genuinely interested in me?”
Max was taken aback. “Putting on a show?”
“Lower your voice.” Wynter frowned. She cast a quick glance around the courtyard, ensuring they were alone. With that confirmed, she tied up her hair and turned to the medicine cabinet. “Yes, it's all an act. So, please, don't spread rumors.”
Max was baffled. “Why are you putting on this act?”
“It's for my grandmother's sake,” Wynter replied. She deftly prepared the medicine, effortlessly measuring the right amount of each ingredient even without using the scale.
Max pondered deeply. Even if Wynter was the only one capable of curing Dalton, why would he go as far as reciprocating romantically? What could possibly motivate him to play along with this charade?
ed this?
Could it be that Theo's relentless push for marriage had prompted
Max's eyes lit up as he finally hit upon the right answer,
The courtyard was situated far enough from where Max and Wynter were talking to ensure their conversation couldn't be overheard.
Margaret, with her gracious manner, treated even the younger generation with respect. Despite Dalton’s esteemed background, she remained composed and said, “Let's have some tea.”
“Sure.” Dalton’s manners were impeccable, as if they were ingrained in his character. Instead of waiting for Margaret to pour the tea, he gracefully took it upon himself to prepare it. “The tea is still hot, Grandma. Take your time.”
Margaret didn't reach for the tea cup. Instead, she calmly looked at him and said, “Wynter has always been independent. She never relies on others, even though her foster parents may say otherwise. Wynter would never compromise her integrity for money.”
“I know her character,” Dalton replied, a glint of sincerity in his eyes reflected by the tea cup. “She's genuine to the core. If it's hers, she'll want it; if it's not, she won't give it a second glance.” Margaret softened her tone. “When I first heard about your relationship, I had my doubts due to the vast difference in your backgrounds.”
*..." Dalton started, but Margaret raised her hand to allence him.
“There's no need to rush to refute Grandma's words,” she continued. “Your character isn't solely defined by wealth: It's shaped by your upbringing. While you may be welcoming and kind, Wynter's character is unwavering. What will you do if she truly becomes part of your family?”
Margaret smiled once more. “I'm not pressuring you. If she introduced you to me, It means she likes you.
She continued, “In fact, I'm rather pleased about it. Otherwise, I couldn't fathom how she'd come around to this. After all, she’s always talked about marrying Charlie when she grows up.”
Upon hearing this, Dalton’s hand froze.
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