Chapter 152


    "I have my own business, and Passos Corporation was Grandpa''s."


    Annabelle chuckled lightly, "Do you really think that if your other two uncles had taken over Passos


    Corporation, your littlepany would still have a chance?"


    Connor was silent for a moment. That was the truth.


    Annabelle smiled and said, "What I want is to have a closer rtionship with you. We can start as


    friends, get to know each other, and see if there''s a chance for something more intimate."


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    Connor shook his head with a smile, "Sorry, I can''t give you what you want."


    Despite the tempting offer Annabelle had made, he had his own principles and boundaries; he


    wasn''t willing to sacrifice his emotions for the sake of benefits.


    Upon hearing Connor''s response, Annabelle''s expression slightly soured, but she quickly regained


    herposure, maintaining her smile, "Connor, you really don’t know what’s good for you."


    Connor ignored Annabelle’s sarcasm, nced at her and said, "Ms. Annabelle, it’s gettingte. We


    should head back."


    Annabelle scoffed, "You''ll regret this."


    Connor didn’t reply, just offered a slight smile, "Let''s go. Mr. Jordan will be worried if we don’t return


    soon."


    Annabelle scoffed again but remained silent, although her eyes betrayed a hint of displeasure.


    Connor walked ahead out of the garden. After hesitating for a moment, Annabelle followed.


    The path back to the main house was eerily quiet, with only their footsteps echoing around them.


    They maintained a mutual distance, walking in silence, and soon arrived at the front door of the


    main house.


    Connor stopped, "Ms. Annabelle, I won''t apany you inside."


    Annabelle pinched her skirt, smiling and nodding in acknowledgment.


    After seeing Annabelle back to the main house, Connor returned to the River Pavilion.


    In the garden, Emily was arranging pies while chatting with Peter. Seeing her son return so quickly,


    she raised her eyebrows slightly.


    Teasingly, she said, "Back so soon, was the date not smooth?"


    Connor shrugged and pulled out a chair to sit. "What date?"


    Emily raised an eyebrow, "Miss Mullins is smart, beautiful, has the looks, the talent, and the family


    background. So many people are after her, why aren’t you satisfied?"


    Connor felt a mixed emotions, "Mom, what are you trying to say?"


    Emily nced at her son, her lips curving into a sly smile. "I’m saying, you rejected such a great girl,


    do you have someone else in mind... perhaps... Ca...?"


    Connor groaned, "Mom, please."


    During their conversation, Peter didn’t interject, instead, he forked a piece of the pumpkin pie and


    took a bite, "This isn’t from our usual ce, is it?"


    Emily winked yfully, smiling, "Yep, homemade pumpkin pie with love, can’t find it anywhere else."


    "You made this?" Peter asked, surprised.


    Emilyughed, "I can only make soup." She raised her eyebrows at Connor with a teasing smile,


    "Cam made it."


    "She knows how to make this?" Peter said in surprise, picking up a differently shaped piece with a


    new fork, "What vor is this?"


    "Savory," Emily said, with a meaningful look at her son.


    Connor’s lips curved up in a subtle smile, pretending to be casual as he picked up his phone, and


    while his parents weren''t paying attention, he snapped a photo of the tea table and the moon, and


    sent it off.