Wilson noticed my gaze and let out a soft laugh.
"It seems Miss Garcia is more concerned about my disabled leg than about me as a person."
Hearing his cold yet clear voice, I realized my rudeness and quickly apologized. "I'm sorry, Mr. Garfield. That was impolite of me."
Wilson didn't reply immediately but continued to look at me with a smile playing at the corner of his eyes.
There was something peculiar in his gaze, as if he wasn't just looking at his nephew's wife but reminiscing over an old acquaintance.
'Could it be that we had met before?'
Before I could ponder further, Wilson spoke first. "I've invited Miss Garcia here today because I'm in need of a wife."
His words struck me like thunder. I stared at him, wide-eyed.
'Could it be? Did Wilson really mean...'
I looked at hi
