Chapter 174
“What’s there to see about these old bones p>
Old Mrs. Sherwood smiled, setting the paper aside to dry before picking up her brush again. “Speak. What’s the matter p>
Kingsley stood by the desk, his voice low. “I just wanted to tell you. I’m going to pursue her p>
The tip of Old Mrs. Sherwood’s brush paused. She chuckled softly. “You don’t need to report to me. It’s not like you listen anyway. If you want to do it, do it. Worst case scenario, you end up a bachelor. The Sherwood family still has your brother to hold it up p>
Wilma, standing to the side, hid a smile. “If he really ended up a bachelor, you’d be more anxious than anyone p>
Kingsley watched her write. “I just don’t know how to pursue her p>
“Oh? You’re here for advice p>
Old Mrs. Sherwood wrote the characters for ‘Acknowledge faults without hiding’ and turned to Wilma. “Wilma, did I ever date when I was young p>
Wilma smiled. “No, Madam. You and the Master had a political marriage p>
As they spoke, more characters appeared on the paper: ‘Correct mistakes without fear p>
Old Mrs. Sherwood placed the brush on the rack, admiring the bold strokes. “I’ll gift these words to you p>
Kingsley smiled helplessly. “You could just tell me directly p>
“Tell you what? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Old Mrs. Sherwood feigned ignorance, setting the paper aside.
Amusement filled Kingsley’s eyes. He nodded. “Understood p>
Old Mrs. Sherwood handed her glasses to Wilma, took a sip of tea, and added, “I’II
give you a few more words: know when to cut your losses p>
She put down the teacup and walked out, Kingsley following close behind.
In the living room, Susan looked up at Kingsley. “Are you still going to France p>
“No,” Kingsley answered crisply.
Susan let out a small “Oh,” and said flatly, “Never mind then p>
Her tone was devoid of emotion, and she asked nothing further.
After dinner at the manor, Kingsley returned to Vista Gardens.
Paula greeted him, noting the exhaustion in his brow. “Mr. Kingsley, just getting in p>
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“Got back at noon,” Kingsley replied, loosening his tie as he walked to the sofa e tossed the tie and his watch onto the coffee table
“Go about your business, don’t mind me,” he waved at Paula.
Paula nodded. “You look tired. Rest early p>
Kingsley didn’t reply. He tapped his phone screen and sent a message.
On the other end, Xavier saw the text and almost teared up-he hadn’t even fixed
his jet lag yet, and they were leaving again.
Fighting back tears, he replied: [Received p>
Kingsley went upstairs to his
bedroom. By the time he was asleep, Xavier, who had received the order thirty
Xavieres prior had already
booked the flights. fo
Lucy’s phone buzzed. Seeing the message content, her face went cold.
She opened her laptop. The screen showed multiple projects with red progress
bars. Even if she wanted a vacation, she couldn’t get away.
The more she thought, the angrier
she got. She remembered a line from a TV show and muttered through grineckteeth, mocking his c tone: Always coming to Switzerland.’ Who exactly is in Switzerland? Is he sick p>
She kicked the table leg in frustration.