When her father asked about her and Benjamin Shaw, Alice Turner’s brows knitted together instantly. When she realized her father was watching her, she imdiately relaxed her brow.
Her quick frown and subsequent smoothing of her brow did not escape the watchful eyes of Christopher Turner. "Are you still blaming for forcing you to marry Benjamin?"
He continued to stare at her, his gaze unwavering.
"I know how to handle my own affairs, so you don’t need to worry about ." Although several months had passed, Alice still harbored so resentnt towards Christopher for forcing her to marry soone she barely knew.
Not only was he unfamiliar to her, but at that ti, she didn’t even know who Benjamin Shaw was.
She had already been forced into marriage; the matters thereafter she wanted to handle herself, without interference from anyone else.
From Alice’s words, Christopher could sense her resentnt towards him, her grudge against being forced into marriage back then was sothing he was always aware of.
What he hadn’t expected was that, after all this ti, her resentnt towards him remained so deep.
"I had you marry into the Shaw Family for your own good. Don’t be ungrateful." His tone was not kind, nor was his expression.
"For my own good? I’m being ungrateful?"
This was not the first ti Alice had heard such words from Christopher. Months ago, when she was being forced into marriage, he had said this to her repeatedly, and now hearing it again still made her angry.
Christopher ignored her anger and confidently replied, "Of course it’s for your own good. Not only is Benjamin handso, but he is also capable and cos from such a good family background. Aren’t you satisfied with soone like him?"
In Christopher’s eyes, Benjamin Shaw’s conditions were exceedingly favorable, more than enough for his daughter Alice Turner.
Should she be satisfied with soone like him?
Indeed, his conditions were very good, even excellent, but what did those matter?
Could those excellent qualities give her love? Could they care for her? Could she live her whole life with those cold, materialistic conditions?
She didn’t want to live that kind of vain life where you cry in a BMW. Such a life was not what she sought or aspired for.
Alice took a deep breath, easing the resentnt and frustration in her heart, she looked up at Christopher and stood up from the sofa.
"I just rembered I have sothing to do, so I won’t stay for lunch." She spoke quickly and then strode out of the living room without looking back and walked towards the door.
Bang!
As she reached the door, Alice suddenly heard a bang from the living room. She instinctively glanced back but didn’t stop.
She only took a glance in the direction of the living room, then turned back to open the door and left.
After getting into the car, Alice imdiately drove away from the Turner Family ho without a mont’s hesitation.
As she left the neighborhood, she slowly eased up on the gas pedal, reaching for the phone in the glove compartnt to look up Thomas Fisher’s number.
She hesitated for a mont while staring at the number but eventually dialed it.
After two rings, Thomas Fisher answered, his tone lazy and teasing, "What kind of wind is blowing? The beautiful lady actually called first."
In his teasing tone, there was an undeniable hint of delight.
"Didn’t you say you wanted to take out for drinks? Do you have ti now? Let’s go right now." Alice wasn’t in the mood to joke around with Thomas; she directly stated the purpose of her call.
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