Grant's gaze fell upon Miss Davie's wheat-colored skin and her ample bosom, causing him to suddenly feel dry-mouthed and tongue-tied. He had heard that foreign women were more open-minded, but Davie was the first person he had met who was so direct and forthright.
"No, it's not necessary," Grant stammered, blushing furiously.
"You're a cute little Chinese boy, but I won't give up easily," Davie said, laughing as she covered her face and ran away.
Logan chuckled as he watched, amused by Grant's embarrassment. It wasn't until Davie had left that he took out his best Dahongpao tea and poured a cup for Grant.
"Morgan, what brings you to Skylark City all of a sudden?" Logan asked. He had been inviting Grant over for a while, but he had always declined due to James Family matters. Logan was relieved that Grant had come this time, as Mr. William's background was extraordinary, and if anything went wrong, they would all be implicated.
"I came to see my father," Grant replied.
