Wyatt gasped sharply, nearly flipping out in rage.
Yasmin was not easily humored, but the argument between the father and son tickled her pink, and she had to stop herself from laughing.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThey were such a loving pair of father and son.
A flurry of footsteps followed.
Carrie carried a tray of beverage and approached Wyatt before putting a drink on the table.
"This is for you, M-Mr. Thompson." Carrie's sweet voice and young face rubbed off on Wyatt, and he said with a smile, "Oh, Carrie. I didn't expect to see you here! Are you here to keep Bella company?" "I-I... Yeah." Carrie blushed embarrassedly. She was not so foolish as to admit that she was living with Ryan, so she skimped past the question.
"That's not important." Wyatt pulled Carrie to his side gleefully and checked her out. “I don't think you have a boyfriend yet. What do you think about Ralph? You seem perfect for each other, and you're around the sage. I think you will get along just fine.” "Huh?" Dumbstruck, Ralph nearly spat out his drink.
"I... I..." Carrie took a step back in fright, her fingers twiddling uneasily to the point they were sore.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRalph might be a crude man, but as a detective, he had keen observations. He picked up on Carrie's behavior.
She was rather introverted with high social anxiety.
He started to feel bad as Carrie bit her lips and teared up.
Furrowing his brows, Ralph said solemnly, "Dad, did you call the way to Savrow to force good women into marriage? I told you a million times that I wanted to focus on my career. Marriage isn't on the cards for me." Wyatt narrowed his eyes. "You don't get a say in that. If you did, you wouldn't have cout of your mother's womb." "What the f-" Ralph nearly cussed. He swallowed his words until his face went red.
He could not wrap his head around one thing.
Although Hugh had passed away, Ralph had four other brothers. Yet Wyatt was fixated on getting him hitched.
"Oh? By who? Who is better than my son?" Wyatt expressed contempt.