Chapter 7
Manon silently looked at Louis for a moment, trying to reassure him. Unexpectedly, he misunderstood her meaning and walked a few steps to her side, whispering, "Don't be afraid, just be flexible." Manon rolled her eyes.
Who was afraid? She just wanted him to be at ease. This man really underestimated her! Manon didn't want to talk to him anymore, so she quickly caught up with Old Malcolm. Louis stood in place, frowning slightly. He didn't know if it was his imagination, but Manon seemed to be a little disdainful of him just now... In the study, Old Malcolm sat in hioffice chair and pointed his cane at the sofa opposite.
"Sit down." Manon nodded obediently and sat on the sofa, her gaze steady and not wandering, silently facing Old Malcolm. "You're an interesting girl," Old Malcolm said, pleased that Manon showed no fear. Suddenly, his expression turned melancholy. "You remind me of an old acquaintance of mine. The first time she met me, she was just like you, confident and composed." Manon:s eyes flashed with admiration.
"Anyone who can be remembered by Grandpa must be very impressive." "That's an understatement," Old Malcolm shook his head, his eyes full of emotion. "If she were still alive, she might have stood shoulder to shoulder with the Malcolm family. It's a pity... sigh..." "Grandpa , please accept my condolences.
The person you mentioned has passed away," Manon consoled him briefly, unaware of how amazing the person in Old Man's words was, and unable to empathize with his emotions. "Ah, let's not talk about that anymore. It's pointless," said Old Malcolm, waving his hand as he turned to Manon His voice, tinged with age, continued, "How did you meet my grandson?"the old man asked "Through a friend's introduction," Manon blinked her eyes, not lying.
They had met through the introduction of Jake and Louis assistants, which could be considered a friend's introduction... sort of. Old Malcolm didn't think much of it. He knew what kind of friends his grandson had around him, and he was well aware of their backgrounds. He was sure they wouldn't introduce anyone unsavory to Louis. With that in mind, Old Malcolm gained some understanding of Manon's background.
"How long have you known each other?" "Less than a month." Knowing each other for a week is less than a month, and knowing each other for only a few days is also less than a month. All in all, she didn't deceive Old Malcolm. "Getting married in less than a month?" Old Malcolm frowned, not liking this answer. "Grandfather, some things cannot be defined by time," Mani looked at Old Man with sincerity, speaking as if it were a matter of fact.
"Do you believe in love at first sight? When I saw him, I knew that he was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, and he happened to have the same idea as me.""Although we haven't known each other for long, we have carefully considered the decision to get married." "I hope so," Old Malcolm looked at her calmly with his slightly cloudy eyes, but his tone suddenly changed, "However, Louis status is there.
Since he decided to take over the Malcolm family, there have been many inexplicable women fighting to stand by his side every day." Mr. Malcolm paused and continued, as if he hadn't noticed Manon's stiff expression, "I hope Miss Anderson is not that kind of person. Otherwise, I cannot say what means the Malcolm family will use." If the first sentence was just a hint, the second sentence was a clear threat.
Manon's face didn't just stiffen, it turned black. Everyone wanted to love, didn't they? Besides, she didn't lack that kind of grandfather.
Various sarcastic comments flashed through Manon's mind, but she tried to keep a steady expression and looked stubbornly at the old man.
"Mr. Malcolm, you are not me, nor are you Louis. You have not experienced what we have experienced, nor have you felt my true feelings for Louis." "And," she paused, looked up at Mr. Malcolm without fear in her eyes, "except for Louis, no one can trample on my feelings for him." The old man sat in his chair, suddenly stunned.
The expression and tone...Sensing the old man confusion, Manon kept her composure and finished her words, "grandpa, I speak straightforwardly, please forgive this younger generation for any offense.
" Regaining his senses,the old man closed his eyes and suddenly laughed out loud, "Hahaha, what a sharp-tongued girl!" He stopped laughing and looked at her , "After what you said, if this old man grabs your hair and doesn't let go, it would be my fault?" "Of course not," Manon shook her head and smiled sweetly, "grandpa has always been generous and won't bother with an impulsive girl like me, right?" Mr. Malcolm couldn't help but laugh again, "You, this girl..." The conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door. They turned around to see Louis carrying two cups of tea.
"Grandpa, you've been talking for too long. Have some water," he said. Although he said this, his eyes were fixed on Manon. Grandpa saw this and knew what was going on. He joked, "If you don't trust your wife, just say so. Don't use an old man like me as an excuse." Louis smiled and admitted openly, "My newlywed wife needs to be taken care of.
I can't let anyone bully her and run away."Manon couldn't help but turn her head to look at him, but their eyes met and she quickly looked away, feeling flustered. Wait a minute...weren't they in a fake marriage? She wouldn't run away. This man... Manon suddenly realized that they had actually gotten married for real.
She felt like she was at a disadvantage. Grandpa looked at the two of them and shook his head, teasing, "This is the first time I've seen you protect someone so much." Louis rubbed Manon's head and said, "She's just a little timid but that doesn't mean someone can bully her easily