"Well?" the elder woman cocked an eyebrow. "When are you two going to get married?"
"Grandmother..." Jeremy choked out but he did not know what to say. He felt like laughing but at the same time, he wanted to cry as well. Why did his grandmother ambush them like this? Even if she thought she wanted to help him, this was not the right approach!
Where was the soft and gentle approach coming from an aristocrat?
"Useless," the dowager muttered dismissingly. It seemed like she had to do something to help her grandson. Humph. So useless.
Jeremy just scratched his head sheepishly.
"When can I hold my first great-grandchild?" she asked, looking at the youngsters. She yearned to hold a baby in her arms. Someone she could dote on and trained to be more active and proactive, compared to her silly son and grandchildren.
