When the Old Master returned to the dining room after taking his medicine, Mia Grant was already asleep, slumped over the table.
The Old Master cried out, "Oh dear, what's wrong with the girl? Did she pass out from the heat?"
"..." Yates Donovan waved him off. "You should go upstairs and rest. You can talk to her tomorrow."
Then, a thought occurred to him. Yates turned back and called out to the old man, "You need to tone it down a bit. You're going to scare her off if you're too enthusiastic."
"Gold bars, gold coins, and jewelry are one thing, but who gives someone a house right off the bat?"
The Old Master shot him a glance. "What the hell do you know?"
Not bothering to explain, the Old Master said:
"Have the butler prepare a guest room. You're not married yet, so no funny business."
Yates Donovan smiled and agreed, "I know. I've got it under control."
"Hmph. You'd better." The Old Master rolled his eyes at him and left with his hands clasped behind his back.
