The wooden floors, paired with soft wool rugs, were incredibly comfortable to walk on.
The spiral two-story design exuded a mysterious, retro feel.
Beyond that, the Collins' villa revealed a sense of grandeur everywhere.
In terms of area, just the living room on the first floor was about eighty square meters.
Adding to that, the magnificent crystal chandelier, hanging directly from the second floor to the first within the stairwell, gave it an air of luxurious grandeur.
Of course, aside from these fixtures, household items like sofas and tables were arranged quite casually.
This also added a warm, homey feel to the entire large villa.
Perhaps hearing the commotion outside, a blonde woman, adorned with precious jewelry around her neck and a cute apron over her front, emerged from the kitchen.
"Collins, you know how worried Mom was when she didn't see you back..."
Mrs. Tuohy, also known as Mrs. Tuohy, bypassed her husband and went to the back of the crowd, giving her daughter a big hug.
Then, this lady saw the handsome Mike beside her daughter; the Mrs. Tuohy who had been sentimental just a second ago, now with sparkling eyes, abandoned her daughter and went to Mike.
Mrs. Tuohy, nearly forty this year, was exceptionally well-preserved, possessing a cultivated yet voluptuous beauty.
Her attire was also very tasteful, exuding the elegance of a wealthy lady; standing next to her daughter, her charm was not diminished in the slightest.
In fact, in terms of a certain aura, she was even more attractive than her daughter.
It's worth mentioning that this beautiful lady was also very kind-hearted; she was the first to decide to adopt Michael.
Of course, Mrs. Tuohy, with so many virtues, also had her own peculiar habit: she was an absolute member of the 'looks-first' club.
To explain, it means she was a 'face-con' or a 'looks-obsessed' person...
At this moment, this lady, as if drunk, circled Mike twice without blinking, then enthusiastically said, "You're the new football star Mike; Collins' room is full of your posters. So, may I ask, are you currently dating my daughter?"
Never underestimate the eye for beauty of an aesthetics enthusiast.
"Mom!"
Seeing her mother's eyes almost glued to Mike, Collins felt both embarrassed and a little jealous.
"Collins, I didn't expect you to actually snag this handsome guy. Well done," Mrs. Tuohy secretly gave her daughter a thumbs-up, then blinked encouragingly at her daughter.
It was as if her daughter had gotten a huge advantage.
"Mrs. Tuohy, this boy is staying for lunch. Go make something delicious and treat our guest well." Seeing his wife's infatuated behavior, Mr. Sheldon also felt an urge to cover his face.
He even wondered if inviting Mike into their home was the right decision.
From the current situation, it seemed he couldn't count on his wife to execute the interrogation plan.
This was not to blame Mr. Sheldon for misjudging.
It should be known that during the previous spring football invitational, the couple had discussed their daughter's dating issues because of Mike.
At that time, Mrs. Tuohy's attitude was not like this.
Who knew that now, under the close-range visual impact of Mike's handsomeness, she completely forgot her stance.
In summary, one can only say that Mr. Sheldon underestimated the destructive power of good looks on a 'face-con'.
"OK—"
Hearing her husband's words, Mrs. Tuohy nodded, then looked at Mike again and asked, "Mike, is there anything you'd like to eat? How about a seafood feast?"
"Anything is fine with me," Mike replied obediently.
This obedient demeanor greatly pleased Mrs. Tuohy. After admiring Mike's good looks for a few more moments, this lady reluctantly went to the kitchen.
"Mike, please make yourself comfortable. Sheldon, go get Mike something to drink..." After arranging for Mike, Mr. Sheldon said to the two remaining people in the room, "Collins, Michael, come with me, I have something to discuss with you."
Although his wife was a bit unreliable, Mr. Sheldon still decided to plan the upcoming interrogation carefully.
"Mike, what would you like to drink? Juice, milk, coffee... or how about some beer?" After his father left, Sheldon clearly relaxed.
"None of that, just a bottle of ice water will do." Mike suggested. Drinking a glass of ice water on a hot summer day felt pretty good.
Hearing this, Sheldon went to the refrigerator, grabbed a bottle of mineral water, and tossed it to Mike, while he himself took a box of strawberry-flavored yogurt and slumped back onto the huge sofa.
After tasting his drink, Sheldon turned and said, "You'd better be careful later. My dad is probably trying to figure out how to deal with you."
"Thanks for the heads-up," Mike smiled, not reacting much. He could have guessed this would happen, so it wasn't too surprising.
"Ah, the adult world is truly complicated," Sheldon suddenly sighed with emotion.
"Why do you say that?" Looking at the other party's precocious demeanor, Mike found it very interesting.
This kind of posture was also present in Missy.
"Collins is at the age where she should be dating. Even if it weren't for you, someone else would appear. Compared to others, I think you're a better fit for Collins. My dad must know this too, so his current worries are completely unnecessary..." Sheldon analyzed rationally.
The two could be considered to have become friends after their initial conflict, so Sheldon had no resistance to Mike becoming his brother-in-law.
He even somewhat admired Mike's football skills.
"Don't talk about me, tell me about yourself. What are your hobbies, and what do you plan to do in the future?" Mike changed the subject.
The precocious Sheldon was a good inside man, valuable for recruitment in every aspect.
"I'm seven years old this year and I'm in second grade. I like football, and in the future, I want to become a great professional football player..." After all, he was still a child, and Sheldon didn't detect Mike's intention, looking forward to the future.
Afterward, he also sighed with emotion, "However, given my family's genes, my wish to become a football player in the future might not come true. When I grow up, I'll probably take over my dad's business..."
It must be said that although Sheldon was very young, he was a rare example of someone who was truly clear-headed.
Mr. Sheldon's height was within the normal range; he wasn't particularly tall or strong.
As his son, Sheldon's future physique would likely only be average, assuming no genetic mutations.
And football is a sport that heavily relies on physical talent; most people simply can't handle it.
If Sheldon insisted on pursuing a sports career, he would most likely become another Georgie in the future. Or, perhaps, he might not even reach Georgie's level.
After all, Georgie, no matter what, had a coach for a father who had played professional football.
"Oh, besides these, I also like collecting toys. I have many rare toys in my room, want to go see them?" It was clear that Sheldon had a good attitude.
"Of course." Mike didn't interrupt the other party's enthusiasm.
Then the two went up to the second floor, to Sheldon's large private room. In the spacious room, there was a specially set up shelf, neatly displaying hardcore toys like Train Bots, Transformers, and the Prehistoric Dinosaur series.
In a way, his hobbies were somewhat similar to Sheldon's.
Just as Sheldon was enthusiastically showing Mike his toys, Mrs. Tuohy's voice came from downstairs: "Sheldon, dinner is ready. Hurry and bring Mike down—"
"Oh oh, next time I have a chance, I'll introduce you to other toys..." Hearing his mother's urging, Sheldon shrugged, looking regretful.
Clearly, sharing one's hobbies with others can be addictive too.