The Old Madam looked at Chloe Bishop, whose face was currently flushed like a morning sunrise, and her heart swelled with joy. In this day and age, most young women were far too bold and uninhibited; it was rare to find someone who still had the grace to blush.
Thinking of this, the Old Madam’s eyes suddenly grew misty. Her voice trembled with emotion as she patted the back of Chloe’s hand. "Good... that’s very good. Grandmother can finally rest easy now..."
For years, Xavier Grayson had treated women like a plague. In his mid-twenties, he didn't just lack a girlfriend—he didn't even allow a female fly near him. This had been a source of immense anxiety for the matriarch.
Her worry had peaked six months ago when Xavier suddenly returned from the United States cradling a baby boy of unkn
