"What exactly do you mean by 'serious'?" Ignatius Leclair's phoenix-like eyes slightly lowered as he asked Richard Shaw nonchalantly.
Richard Shaw was momentarily stumped by his question. He pushed over a freshly brewed cup of tea and replied flatly, "Your grandmother has always hoped you would marry and have children early. Being 'serious' means you're ready to take this young lady home and have kids with her."
Richard Shaw scoffed, lifting his gaze to glance at Delphine Carter descending from the stairs. She had changed into a loose-fitting, pale beige outfit—a lotus pink knitted sweater paired with beige pants, her slender, fair ankles exposed, delicate like budding flowers.
"I don't believe in marriage," Ignatius Leclair said methodically, spitting out a name that everyone in the Imperial City feared to mention. "Back then, you weren't serious either, but didn't you still marry Crystal Landon?" His hatred for that name was evident in every word.
