"His surname is Shaw? What's his relationship to that grandfather and grandson who visited last time?" Hope flared in Aunt Ford's heart, her eyes burning with intensity. "Cecilia, I remember you said they had some connection to your father. You have to help me out here. If this works out, you'd basically be the matchmaker. There would be a little something in it for you, wouldn't there?"
Titus was secretly overjoyed. 'So Cecilia has already acknowledged me in front of others.'
Cecilia Adler subtly glanced at Titus Shaw. His sunglasses hid his eyes, and the visible part of his face was expressionless.
'He probably didn't understand, right?'
She tried to convince herself.
