"I know the difference between him and me." She looked up at him again, her eyes were calm. "But I might not be able to control the sense of propriety that you said, because I'm the passive one."
Charles squinted his eyes slightly. "Are you showing me your superiority?"
"I just told the truth." Mia still looked at him.
She didn't know how to grasp such a sense of propriety. She would accept the fact that Alfred was good to her, and she would follow him as soon as he took her out.
She did not know what to do and what to refuse.
Why didn't he go directly to talk to his son instead of making things difficult for her here?
Charles's expression was stern as he looked at her. After a moment of silence, he continued, "If you don't know how to control, then you should know your
