"If I ever fall for a woman, I'll court her directly. No time wasting. I want a wife, not a girlfriend."
He said it with that unwavering seriousness that only Carl could manage.
So… this was his girlfriend?
Arthur didn't say a word yet. But his silence was deafening.
The tension in the air grew sharper.
Jana could feel it, and her heart skipped.
Had she said too much?
Arthur's eyes swept over Jana from head to toe, cold and unreadable. He wasn't trying to be polite about it, his gaze was deliberate and clinical.
And frankly… unimpressed.
This is the girl Carl is supposedly dating?
She looked ordinary, painfully so. Her posture screamed arrogance trying to mask cowardice, and her eyes held the kind of pride that came from entitlement, not earned confidence.
Her manners were rough around the edges, and there was nothing remarkable about her presence. Not in grace. Not in elegance. Not even in boldness.
Carl? Attracted to this?
Arthur narrowed his eyes slightly.
