Staring at Caroline Edwin for a moment, the middle-aged man suddenly realized something, his eyes squinting in laughter.
"Ah, it's my niece-in-law! Your outfit is really stylish."
Is this the city-dwelling niece-in-law that Aunt Gilbert always talks about with both pride and criticism?
Her looks are just average, not a good match for Aunt Gilbert's nephew at all.
Tsk, she must be after his city residency; this nephew isn't that great either.
Caroline's face fell, and she pulled her hand out of Blake's, impatiently urging, "Are we going or not?"
Seeing her act like a princess, the middle-aged man sighed inwardly, thinking city folks do have big tempers.
He put on a neutral face, "I'll take you up the mountain to the village right now."
He took out his phone and keys from his pocket, sent a message to his companion to change shifts, and then walked toward an electromobile parked nearby.
