"Your uncle looked into his records," Clara interrupted, her tone dismissive. "He's a nobody. His ID shows nothing at all, and the only thing he's ever used it for is marrying that bitch. He's just a good-looking gigolo she lusted after and decided to marry. No wonder she's been hiding her marriage from all of us."
Rhe thought of Natalie marrying a poor man brought her a sense of relief, but at the same time, Briena couldn't deny the magnetic allure this man had radiated. His appearance alone seemed to outweigh any shortcomings his financial status might have.
She could still feel her heart beating faster at his sight and could not help but thin, 'Honestly… I wouldn't mind keeping a man like him for myself, even if he's poor.'
She watched the man hold Natalie's hand and guided her to sit in the chair- So gentlemanly.
"Do you need anything?" He asked her.
Natalie shook her head, "I am alright. You can take grandma home. It's late."
