“Would I have been able to pick up your call so quickly if I were asleep?” Georgie Clementine said.

“That’s true… Anyway, I’ve talked to my parents about us. They will think about it… So you don’t have to worry…” Henry Armstrong said.

“Did the conversation go well? Did you lose your temper?” Georgie asked.

On the other end of the call, Georgie was standing in front of a huge French window. She drank red wine while looking out at the night scenery.

She had just bought this place…

It was a two-story villa in the suburbs.

Right then, Georgie was in her bedroom on the second floor.

From here, she could clearly see her brightly lit garden below…

“No, I just made my point of view clear… I expressed my undying love for you…” Henry lied.

“Are you sure it was that simple?” Georgie sounded a little doubtful…

“It’s true. It’s mainly because my father isn’t someone to get into arguments. He’s quite a rational man…” Henry said.

There were many things Henry didn’t want Georgie to find out