Chapter 954: Chapter 954: Over 30 Sudden Heart Attacks
Outside the mansion.
A Lincoln had stopped at the front gate.
The housekeeper quickly approached and opened the car door. A tall and handso man erged from the car, his mixed-features striking and sculpted, exuding a rugged impression. Oddly, his tea-colored eyes seed to smile, softening the intensity of his chiseled facial features.
This ti, the usual tender smile that clung to his lips was missing. Instead, he showed a helpless expression as he unbuttoned his suit and said to the housekeeper, “Is it another setup this ti?”
The housekeeper swiftly raised his head, then imdiately lowered it again, “The Old Lady has invited a few Misses over for tea.”
He seed to say nothing, yet he revealed everything.
Edward Jackson had co back for one reason: the Old Lady had called him saying she felt heart discomfort, a line he had heard no less than thirty tis. Each ti he hurried back, it was the sa old trick—matchmaking!
It seed that this ti, too, it wasn’t about heart discomfort, but rather discomfort of the mind…
Edward rubbed his temples, and casually handed a small box to the housekeeper, “Put this away.”
It was a sapphire he had purchased at an auction, a noble blue that had caught his eye, prompting him to buy it.
Such a gem was not suitable for girls; therefore, he would give this stone to Baby Bobby whom he hadn’t yet t.
The pink stone he had bought before would be for Gigi.
Edward imagined the little boy’s happy expression upon seeing the stone and suddenly felt the 1.5 million was well spent.
Even his headache didn’t feel so bad anymore.
“Yes, Master,” the housekeeper accepted the box, knowing it was a gift for the Young Master and Miss. He asked no redundant questions; after all, both Master and the Old Lady had the habit of purchasing fine items and saving them to give to the Young Master and Miss.
Master had been away for so long; certainly, he must have brought gifts for the Young Master and Miss.
“Shall I go see the Old Lady now?” the housekeeper inquired after storing the box.
Edward really didn’t want to go, his thin lips pressed tightly, yet he said, “Let’s go.”
Did it make a difference if he didn’t go?
If he didn’t, he would still face all manner of ‘coincidental’ matchmaking setups. It might be better to just get it over with.
But he didn’t plan on actively participating in the matchmaking.
He strode towards the drawing-room.
Upon entering, indeed he saw several won sitting there.
“Edward, you’re back? Co, co, co over here. Perfect timing, I was just having tea with Yuna and the others. Co here, I’ll introduce you,” the Old Lady beckoned.
Seeing her looking well, Edward’s worry eased, and he walked over.
The Old Lady imdiately started her sales pitch, “This is my son, Edward Jackson. This one is Yuna, this is Simone, this is…”
She pointed and introduced all four in one breath.
It was Edward’s first ti being set up with four people at once. His mouth twitched slightly, his tea-colored eyes bottomless, as he said firmly yet suavely, “Nice to et you all. It’s unfriendly of not to entertain you properly on our first eting. However, I have work to attend to. You all enjoy yourselves, and when I’m less busy, I will take another opportunity to properly apologize.”
He was tall, handso, mature, and steady, exuding an elegant deanor. Yet while the first half of his sentence sparked hope, the second half shattered it completely.
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