"Alright." Ashley Bowen pursed her lips.
"Don't you think we could set the kids up?"
"What do you mean?"
"How about we arrange a betrothal for Gordon and Sarah?"
The moment Miles Xavier finished speaking, Ashley Bowen's brow furrowed. Her gaze then shifted to the adorable pair, who were affectionately eating from each other's bowls.
"Let's talk about it later. When they're grown up, if they genuinely like each other, wouldn't it be better for us to play matchmaker then?"
"That's true."
A graceful piano melody filled the restaurant, and the atmosphere grew quiet.
After getting off work, Howard drove home. He habitually opened the mailbox in front of his house; a mail carrier would deliver the newspaper every day.
However, today, besides pulling out the newspaper, there was a thick stack of something else.
He took it out and saw it was a large envelope.
He tore open the envelope on the spot, and its contents immediately fell to the ground—a few scattered photographs.
