He didn’t understand what Waylen meant.
Waylen’s smile held an affectionate warmth as he said, “You have a nephew named Harrison, right? He is really a lovable boy.”
Harrison…
Harold found himself further perplexed.
Waylen’s smile remained genuine as he shared. “Harrison is merely thirteen years old. When Rena and I marry, I intend to take him as my godson.”
Harold couldn’t figure out what Waylen meant.
Mumbling his gratitude, Harold made his exit.
As the door swung open, a strikingly beautiful girl entered the room. Harold recognized her immediately.N?velDrama.Org owns all ? content.
It was Cecilia Fowler, the daughter of the Fowler family.
Cecilia’s gaze lingered on Harold for a moment before she nodded at him and then turned her attention to Waylen.
“Waylen, who was that?”
With a sisterly gesture, Cecilia embraced Waylen, her voice carrying a hint of yfulness.
Waylen turned to look at her, a knowing glint in his eyes. “Caught your interest, did he? Do you find him appealing?”
Cecilia’s cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink.
After a brief pause, Waylen said, “He’s not the right fit for you, Cecilia. If you dare to pursue him privately, be prepared for the consequences.”
Cecilia’s irritation red, evident in her expression.
Aware that her brother had been involved with a girl recently, she couldn’t help but protest his double standard.
Waylen’s arms encircled his sister in an affectionate gesture. His eyes shifted to theputer, where he pulled up a news article from Czanch, The subject of the article was none other than Mark Evans of Czanch.
Back then, Mark had been quite young, his elegance and charm captivating the hearts of many, including Cecilia.
Waylen pointed to the screen, a teasing smile ying on his lips. “How about this one? Doesn’t he meet your standards?”
Cecilia’s eyes fixed on the news footage of Mark, a mix of fascination and skepticism in her gaze. “Waylen, this is Mr. Evans from Czanch. How could he possibly be interested in me?”
Despite his yful demeanor, Waylen’s intentions were sincere.