In order to not leave a good impression of himself on Saoirse, Mark deliberately wore something casual and refused to tidy himself up. It would be best if she did not have a good impression of him.
When Mark went downstairs, he casually walked towards the sofa and sat down. Then, he deliberately sized up Saoirse for a moment frivolously, which made him look like a debauchee. “Did you come alone?”
Saoirse blushed after being scanned by Mark with his frivolous eyes. She was too nervous to even meet his gaze, which made it obvious that her heart was fluttering. “Y-yes... I was invited over by Mrs. Leigh to visit your house after we met up over a cup of tea a few times previously. That’s why...”
Not beating around the bush, Mark said, “How could she be inviting you just to visit our house when she’s clearly asking you to come here for a matchmaking session? I’ve been married once and have a son who’s over two years old, so I have no plans on having another child. Are you happy with that?” What Mark was trying to say was that the Tremonts would only have Smore as Mark’s one and only son.
Saoirse nervously raised her hand and pulled back the hair by her ears, her actions being all too similar to Arianne’s. “I’m aware of everything that you’ve just said. Mrs. Leigh has already told me about it. I-I don’t really mind it... However, what I do mind is whether you would still be in close contact with your ex-wife. I believe you should have some recollection of my father since the two of you have been in collaboration with each other for many years now. We’ve never met before, but I’ve always been curious about the kind of person you are. Now that I’ve met you today, you’re really different from how l imagined.”
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