Oswin was an intelligent person, so he knew Thomas must have meant something else when he said that.
Great appetite? How great could it be?
Oswin kept the gift box back, forced a smile, and asked, “Mr. Mayo, let’s make this straightforward. How much do you want?”
Thomas waved his hand. “Mr. Wilton, you’re thinking of me so vulgar. I don’t want money.”
“Don’t want money? What do you want then?”
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