Chapter 1257


    Yates realized she honestly didn’t have a clue, so he didn’t press further. He picked up his coffee,


    crossed his desk, settled into the chair, and then lifted his gaze to Eleanor sitting opposite him.


    “I’m looking to build a mansion.”


    Finally, they got down to brass tacks. Eleanor promptly took up her notebook and pen, ready to jot


    down details, “Please let me know your requests, Mr. Sharp.”


    Yates started to describe from his memory to Eleanor…


    “A white cottage, a garden full of tulips, a fish pond under the arch bridge with lots of little fish


    swimming, a backyard where fruit trees can be nted…”


    Eleanor was a bit taken aback, having expected aplexmercial building design, only to find out


    it was a simple residential house.


    “Mr. Sharp, any designer could handle this. Why me specifically?”


    Plus, he wanted Eleanor personally.


    Yates lifted his coffee again, taking a sip.


    “My first love once told me that if we ever had a daughter, she’d want to build her a house like this.”


    “And your daughter…”


    “We never had one.”


    Yates thought if his first love were still around, their daughter would likely resemble her.N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.


    With this thought, he couldn’t help but size up Eleanor again. The woman in front of him did bear some


    resemnce to his first love.


    Eleanor wanted to ask why he still wanted to build such a house, was it to make up for the regret? But


    then she thought, everyone has their story. Being an outsider, she only needed to design ording to


    the employer’s request, no need to get nosy.


    So, she kept quiet. Yates didn’t continue either. They sat in silence for a while before Eleanor packed


    up her notebook.


    “Alright, Mr. Yates, I’ll go get Mr. Peterson and he can show me the construction site. I won’t keep you.”


    Normally Yates’s assistant would handle such trifles, there’s no need for Yates to personally intervene.


    But Yates stopped her, “The site is nearby. I can take you


    there.”


    Eleanor was taken aback, not expecting Yates would personally apany her.


    They set off from the backyard, across severalwns, and arrived at a wastnd with an orchard.


    Yates pointed to the wastnd, telling Eleanor the style and square footage he wanted, and Eleanor


    jotted them down.


    After settling business, Yates watched her a bit longer, then invited her to stay for dinner with Pearce.


    Eleanor declined since Bernard was waiting for her, “Mr. Sharp, let’s have dinner some other time. I still


    have some other matters to attend to today.”


    Yates quietly nodded, “If you’re busy, see you next time then.”


    Eleanor thought to herself, “We probably won’t meet next time either. After the design isplete, I


    can just have Pearce deliver it to you.” But she didn’t voice this thought, instead she politely bade him


    goodbye.


    She breezily returned from the backyard, and Pearce finally breathed a sigh of relief. But seeing Yates


    was still around, he didn’t ask Eleanor about the specific design details.


    After handing the notebook to Pearce, Eleanor greeted Peterson, “Mr. Peterson, I’ve finished


    discussing with your grandfather. When the blueprint is ready, I’ll have Pearce deliver it to you.”


    After a simple ‘okay’, he seemed to be thinking about something, then gave her another nce, “My


    lady, may I ask, what’s the nature of your rtionship with Mr. Laurence?”