No woman dislikes a gentle man, especially a handsome and gentle one.
She pulled her hand back and nestled into his arms, falling into a deep sleep.
When the two woke up, it was already noon the next day. The villa’s servants had prepared lunch nearby, and it was still warm.
Last night, after finally having her, Hugo Quinn was in a very good mood, so this morning no matter who came to visit him, his attitude was very gentle.
At noon, Old Master Ford came over, saw that he had already eaten, and placed the lunchbox he brought aside.
"Hugo, I have something to discuss with you."
The smile on Hugo Quinn’s face slowly faded. He pretty much knew what Old Master Ford wanted to talk about — the marriage with Claire Shaw. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✶𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲✶𝗻𝗲𝘁
"I won’t marry Claire Shaw."
He said somewhat repulsively, furrowing his brows.
Old Master Ford’s heart skipped a beat. How did he know what he was going to say? Now seeing his outright rejection, his brows furrowed tightly.
"Claire is so good and she likes you so much, Hugo, really consider it. Last night, Old Master Ford personally went to the Quinton Family to propose this matter, and I’ve already agreed. Find a time and tie the knot."
There was a deep glimmer in Hugo Quinn’s eyes as he glanced at Old Master Ford.
Old Master Ford finally avoided his gaze, aware that Hugo Quinn didn’t like Claire Shaw, but if he continued to be entangled with Eleanor Hollis, he wouldn’t agree.
"Dad, stop forcing me on this matter, or I don’t know what I’ll do."
He drooped his eyes, displaying a ’keep-away’ expression.
Old Master Ford had watched him grow up since he was a child, knowing well that his temperament wasn’t that easy to manage, sighing.
"That incident where you and Eleanor were in the same bed, you have to give the other side an account, or everyone will think you took advantage of Claire Shaw."
"I can handle this matter myself, you should go."
He turned his head towards the window, not intending to continue speaking with Old Master Ford.
Old Master Ford knew he was being disliked, pursed his lips, and left.
Eleanor Hollis had been quietly pretending to be transparent in the corner. Seeing Old Master Ford come in, she didn’t greet him, knowing full well he’d treat her as invisible even if she did.
"Eleanor, come here."
After Old Master Ford left, Hugo Quinn gently patted the spot beside him.
Eleanor Hollis obediently walked over and held his hand.
"I’ll handle this matter, don’t worry."
Hugo Quinn comforted her, then called Lan Yancy and asked him to deliver some things to the Ford Family.
He believed once the Ford Family saw those things, they wouldn’t shamelessly approach again.
At noon, Old Master Ford indeed received the video; initially, he didn’t know what it was, but the person who delivered it insisted he watch it, so he opened it.
He flung the teacup in his hand to the ground angrily, rendered speechless by his rage.
"Where is Claire? Get her here at once!"
He said grimly, shutting down the computer with a snap to prevent anyone else from seeing the video.
Claire Shaw quickly arrived; she initially thought her grandfather summoned her to inquire about the wedding date, but entering the Ford household, she felt the atmosphere was off, and her grandfather’s gaze was quite unusual.
She sat down obediently, hands placed on her knees.
"Claire, take a look at this. It’s what Hugo Quinn had someone deliver."
Old Master Ford reopened the video and put it in front of Claire Shaw.
Claire Shaw’s expression froze; upon seeing the content of the video, her face instantly turned pale.
"Claire, I don’t object to you liking Hugo Quinn, but how could you have the audacity to make a move in the Quinton Family? And so proactively? If this video becomes public, the image you’ve crafted over the years will be completely destroyed. It’s clear what Hugo Quinn’s intention is — if we continue using this matter to pressure him, he’ll make this video public. You’ve really angered him this time."
Claire Shaw clenched her teeth tightly, thinking Hugo Quinn only took such action because of Eleanor Hollis.
In what way was she inferior to Eleanor Hollis? What was so good about that vile woman?!
Her eyes reddened, large tears started to fall.
Old Master Ford also knew she felt aggrieved, but continuing with this matter had no meaning.
"Claire, let’s just let it go."
He advised, letting out a sigh.
"Besides Hugo Quinn, Serenford has many other eligible men. I’ll choose the best one for you."
Claire Shaw shook her head; besides Hugo Quinn, she didn’t fancy anyone.
"Grandfather, I won’t give up on him, no matter how he treats me, I want to marry him!!"
Old Master Ford usually doted on Claire Shaw the most; seeing her so upset, he couldn’t bring himself to say harsh words to hurt her, only reached out to rub her head.
"You see for yourself, but for now, the marriage contract can’t be mentioned. We must avoid genuinely angering Hugo Quinn."
Claire Shaw nodded as if unsure how she left the Ford household, only feeling like her legs were filled with lead.
Returning home, she furiously knocked all her skincare products onto the floor, smashing everything in the room she could.
Jude Shaw heard the commotion from her room and knew she was upset again; every time she got upset, she’d wreak havoc in the room.
He opened the door to her room and saw Claire Shaw sitting on the chair, the place already in shambles, expensive skincare scattered everywhere.
Claire Shaw looked up with red-rimmed eyes, thinking about how Hugo Quinn threatened her because of Eleanor Hollis, making her feel like her heart was about to explode.
"Is it because of Hugo Quinn? You’ve seen it; he likes Eleanor Hollis and doesn’t intend to marry you. You should give up soon, or you’ll make him loathe you even more."
Jude Shaw just couldn’t offer comforting words, especially to Claire Shaw, even more unwilling to sugarcoat.
"Why should I give up?! I’m the one who knew Hugo first! We’ve known each other for so many years! I’ve waited for him to get divorced with difficulty, and he ends up liking another woman; why? I’m not reconciled!"
Jude Shaw felt if this continued, she’d eventually go crazy.
His sister had been since childhood; whatever she fancied, she had to get, or the whole family wouldn’t have peace.
Claire Shaw, with eyes bloodshot, didn’t heed his advice; she took a while to calm down before taking a deep breath.
"You leave, I want to rest."
Jude Shaw sighed, hoping she wouldn’t do anything too extreme, else Hugo Quinn wouldn’t let her off.
That man, if truly angry, wouldn’t care who you are.
"Claire, you better take care of yourself and don’t challenge Hugo Quinn’s limits."