As Rowan drove, he laughed and said, “Don’t be mad at Mom, Alex. That’s the way she is. I believe I’ll experience the same things you and River did in a few years.”

He witnessed his brothers being urged to get married and was already immune to his elders’ nagging.

“Rowan, accompany me to look at a few houses. I want to buy a house,” said Alex all of a sudden.

“You want to buy a house? You already own many of them. Where are you going to buy your next one?”

“I think the environment around Westbrooke Street is not bad. It’s a good neighborhood there. Let’s go and have a look at the houses there. I want to buy a loft apartment.”

Westbrook Street was close to the Joneses’ family clinic, about three to five minutes walk apart.

Alex wanted to get ready to pursue Sheila.

Living closer to her would give him better chances.

Rowan turned to glance at his brother. He asked, “That place is pretty far from our company. If you buy a house there, you’d have to leave the house about ten minute