Desmond was happy at his unexpected harvest. George Brown is really a loser he couldn't fathom why he was able to mingle in the upper circle of Country A alongside with rich families when he can't even boast of any of his daughters being well mannered or trained.
Davis sat quietly in the sitting room observing the interactions coldly, he is certain that Jessica isn't friendly with Desmond but whatever plot she has in stock—is not a good one.
With the strong conviction he felt, he sighed at the prospect of seeing Desmond in fury when he discovers— he was calculated by a mere daughter of the Brown family.
Desmond glanced at Jessica's innocent face, he couldn't bear to disappoint her expectation. With a slight nod, he accepted the bottle from her, his gaze challenging to Davis.
"Nephew, your wife seems to have more sense of responsibility and probity —you have to cherish her, you know", he snarled.
