After ordering the dishes, the room fell silent once again.
A thought of knowing it was awkward but pretending not to know was wildly growing in Eleanor Sterling’s heart.
She was now pondering how to introduce the matter of Silas Hawthorne in a more normal way.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Jennings was still stuck in the dilemma of both grandsons-in-law being so excellent and hard to choose between.
Eleanor Sterling glanced at Alaric Faulkner, then at Silas Hawthorne, trying several times to speak but closing her mouth again.
"Mr. Hawthorne," Mrs. Jennings suddenly spoke.
Silas Hawthorne curled up a faint smile and said softly, "Mrs. Jennings, you can just call me Silas."
Mrs. Jennings smiled kindly, "Silas, I invited you here today to discuss the engagement between you and Eleanor."
As the words fell, the room instantly became quiet.
Elijah Hayes, who was exceptionally allowed to join the meal, just took a sip of tea, and hearing this, he suddenly spat it out.
"Pfft, cough cough..." He coughed while explaining, "Sorry, my throat suddenly felt itchy."
Elijah sneaked a glance at Alaric Faulkner’s expression, and seeing his face darkened, he thought, this is bad.
Originally, Alaric Faulkner thought today was to meet the family, but now it turned out to be...
Alaric Faulkner’s face instantly looked covered with frost and snow as he coldly looked at Silas Hawthorne.
They actually have an engagement? Why had he never heard it mentioned?
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Eleanor Sterling pinched her brow and said, "Grandma, that engagement was arranged by you and the Hawthorne Family; my mother has been dead for many years, I think we should forget about it."
When Eleanor Sterling said to forget about it, Silas Hawthorne’s heart unexpectedly tightened.
His thin lips slightly curved, smiling, "Miss Sterling, the Hawthorne Family always keeps their promises."
Silas Hawthorne’s voice was gentle, giving a sense of being bathed in spring breeze.
For a moment, it was unexpectedly irrefutable.
Eleanor’s headache worsened. If she spoke out now, wouldn’t it prove that the Hawthorne Family kept their word and the Jennings Family did not?
Silas Hawthorne placed the Jennings Family in such a position that she really couldn’t deny this identity.
Silently, Eleanor Sterling pursed her lips.
But in Alaric Faulkner’s eyes, this was her acknowledging the relationship.
So, Eleanor Sterling had brought him out today not to meet the parents but to tell him she had a fiancé, and that fiancé was Silas Hawthorne?
Alaric Faulkner’s gaze coldly and quietly observed Eleanor Sterling, making her scalp tingle.
Eleanor Sterling cursed inwardly.
What kind of messed-up situation was this?
She probably shouldn’t have arranged for Mrs. Jennings to come out; then none of this would have happened.
Watching the invisible exchange of aura between Alaric Faulkner and Silas Hawthorne, Mrs. Jennings’ eyes held a hint of a smile, nodding discreetly.
This situation wasn’t all bad.
One woman desired by a hundred families, Eleanor Sterling should be matched with the most outstanding man.
As for who Eleanor Sterling would ultimately choose, let her make her own decision.
A glint of cold fierceness flashed in Alaric Faulkner’s eyes, with a hint of extremely faint dangerous smile, he said in a deep voice, "I didn’t expect Silas Hawthorne to actually be Eleanor’s fiancé."
The three words ’fiancé’ were pronounced with such heaviness, carrying a bone-chilling coldness, that an ordinary person would have long been unable to withstand the murderous aura of this superior.
But the person in front of him was Silas Hawthorne.
The sole successor of the most outstanding descendants of the Hawthorne Family, a social elite in Aethelgard alongside Alaric Faulkner.