Miles Xavier swirled the glass in his hand, the red wine within rippling, its intoxicating aroma wafting to his nose.
The atmosphere between the two had reached its most relaxed point. Miles Xavier glanced at Gordon Thorne and smiled. "Actually, my main reason for coming here today is to ask for a hand in marriage."
"A marriage proposal?" Gordon Thorne was so startled he nearly slid off his chair, but on the surface, he remained calm and composed.
Who didn't know what kind of man Miles Xavier was? His reputation preceded him. To put it nicely, he was dashing; to put it bluntly, a notorious womanizer.
Besides, he was in his thirties and had two children from previous marriages.
Although he was an incredible catch, none of the top-ranking officials in the political world wanted to push their precious daughters into that fiery pit.
Gordon Thorne was no different, and a refusal was on the tip of his tongue.
