"I'll get it."
Serena watched him sling the canvas bag over his shoulder. The movement was so natural, so familiar, it was as if... he was born to carry her bag.
He was a natural.
Serena was at a loss for words.
After getting into Nicholas's car, they drove slowly toward the Blackwood family's main residence.
Serena spoke up. "By the way, does Old Mr. Blackwood have any particular preferences or things I should avoid?"
Although she was casual by nature, she was now representing the Lancaster family
as their daughter, paying her first visit to an elder.
She would do her best to observe all the proper etiquette perfectly.
Nicholas rested one hand on the steering wheel. His long, well-defined fingers
looked almost ethereal, as if coated in a soft light, drawing the eye.
He glanced over, a lazy, tender smile playing on his perfectly sculpted features. "My grandfather's only preference... is probably seeing his grandson get married as soon as possible."
"As for triggers..."
"The moment my grandfather sees you, even if you step on one of his landmines, he'll personally sweep the entire field clean for you."
Serena didn't know what to say.
Ever since this man had started peacocking in front of her, the smooth talk was nonstop.
He was getting more and more shameless.
“Serena,” Nicholas said again, his voice a low, magnetic, and incredibly sexy rumble mixed with a hint of indulgence. "Relax. Just think of it as meeting a regular elder."
Serena was speechless. "I'm not nervous."
Nicholas's smile grew even more indulgent. "Mm, I know."
No, what the hell did he know? If he really knew, would he be smiling so giddily?
She really wasn't nervous!
Serena took a deep breath.
Forget it.
It was pointless to argue with this man.
He was so thick-skinned!
Even if she tried to explain, he would only hear what he wanted to hear.
***
The Blackwood main residence, in the side hall.
Karen and Isabella had been waiting for over an hour. Isabella was so anxious she could hardly sit still, her gaze frequently darting
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The chicken soup she had Agnes specially prepare was about to lose its freshness,
and there was still no word from old Mr. Blackwood's side.
She and Karen had been waiting here since early this morning.
Shouldn't Old Mr. Blackwood be awake by now?
They had waited for so long.
Shouldn't Patton have informed him?
Knowing she was waiting here with chicken soup she'd made for him, shouldn't he have come to greet her personally?
She watched the servants bustling in and out.
They had not only laid out a brand-new pink carpet and arranged all sorts of expensive fresh flowers, but were also adjusting the lighting of the crystal chandeliers in the main hall, creating a grand yet warm and inviting atmosphere.
Every detail underscored just how much importance the Blackwood family was
placing on the impending arrival of their "distinguished guest."
Karen couldn't help but pout. "Who on earth is this distinguished guest that requires such a huge fuss?"
Given the Blackwood family's current standing, they wouldn't go to such lengths even if someone from the Elyndor government came to visit.
Everyone was busy rushing around for this "distinguished guest."
Meanwhile, the two of them were left neglected in the side hall, completely ignored.
The stark contrast left a bitter taste in both their mouths.
Karen had never been treated so dismissively before. Unable to
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what was going on.
With a crash, a young maid carrying an exquisite tea set happened to be passing by
and collided straight into Karen.
The expensive tea set fell to the floor and shattered into pieces.