Chapter 4: Meeting The Watson Family

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James Watson looked to be about forty-five, with regular features and a gentle, approachable look. As soon as he saw Oliver, James looked him up and down, his eyes full of appreciation and emotion. Oliver studied James in return and noticed a faint dark shadow between his eyebrows. A person's face can reveal their destiny. A red glow means good things are coming, but if there's a dark shadow, it could mean bad luck at best, or even danger if it's serious. The dark shadow between James's eyebrows was faint, but it had been there for a while and was getting darker, which meant trouble was on the way. It seemed Oliver's mentor had sent him for this very reason. "Wow, it's been eight years already. Look how much you've grown, Oliver," James said, patting him on the shoulder. "Mr. James, have we met before?" Oliver asked, looking confused. James chuckled, "Of course, but you didn't see me. Eight years ago, when he visited Oliver's mentor, Christopher, he caught a glimpse of Oliver from a distance. "Alright, enough reminiscing. Come on, get in the car, and I'll take you home," James said, hurrying Oliver along. As they drove, James peppered Oliver with questions about his height, age, personality, and hobbies. He was so enthusiastic that Oliver felt a little embarrassed. "Oliver, you're not married yet, right?" James suddenly asked. "Mr. James, I just turned twenty. I'm still pretty young," Oliver said, a little embarrassed. "That's not so young. A man your age should be settling down and starting a career. I have a daughter who's the same age as you. When we get home, you two can go get your marriage certificate." Oliver was stunned. He was just here to repay Christopher's favor, not to get married. Plus, he still needed to find more Floral Women to cure his illness, so he tried to refuse politely. But to his surprise, James told him that Oliver and his daughter had been betrothed since they were kids. It was arranged by Christopher back then. Since it was Christopher's wish, Oliver couldn't say no. Still, he couldn't help but wonder what James's daughter was like. Was she pretty or plain, thin or chubby? He could only hope for the best. Before long, they pulled up to an apartment complex. After parking, James led Oliver into one of the buildings. "Here we are, Oliver," James said, taking out his keys and unlocking the door. "Come on in." "Honey, is dinner ready? I brought Oliver home," James called out. On the living room couch, a middle-aged woman sat with her legs crossed, munching on sunflower seeds and watching TV. "Dinner? I'm not in the mood!" Martha snapped. Ever since she found out her husband was bringing some hick home to be her son-in-law, Martha had been fuming. Her daughter was outstanding and beautiful. How could she marry a country bumpkin? For someone like Martha, who cared so much about power and status, it was just unacceptable. When she spotted Oliver, she gave him disdainful looks. "Oliver, go ahead and say hello," James said, smiling. "Hello, Mrs. Watson," Oliver greeted promptly. Remembering the two bottles of Johnny Walker Blue Label that Jayden Davis had given him, Oliver quickly pulled them out. "I brought you these two bottles of whiskey. I hope you'll accept them." Martha glanced at the bottles, rolled her eyes, and didn't even bother to take them. "No labels? Probably just some cheap stuff you picked up from a store for ten bucks," she said with a sneer. Oliver frowned a little. He didn't know much about Jayden and his daughter, but judging by the way they dressed, they weren't regular folks. Plus, he'd checked the two bottles of Johnny Walker Blue Label were authentic, not some cheap knockoff. "How could it be cheap? Oliver brought this as a token of his goodwill. Don't say things like that," James said, sounding a little annoyed. Martha snorted and looked Oliver up and down. "Listen, kid, you look like a hick. Let me be straight with you. My daughter is a company CEO, gorgeous and smart. Someone like you isn't good enough for her." "So if you think you're going to be my son-in-law, just forget it!" she said, her tone full of contempt. James's face changed. "Martha, what are you talking about? Oliver is Mr. Christopher's adopted son. How is he not good enough for Rosalie?" "I said he's not, so he's not!" Martha shot back coldly, obviously having zero patience for Oliver. Oliver frowned. "Mr. James, maybe we should just drop it." "No way! I, James Watson, always keep my word. If I say it's a match, then it's a match!" James said stubbornly. "You..." Martha pointed at James, at a loss for words, but unable to argue. James called the shots in the family. "Fine, maybe I'd go along with it, but you should know, Rosalie would never agree to something like this," Martha said, shooting Oliver a look of pure contempt. "With her taste, she wouldn't even give a hick like you a second glance." Just then, the front door opened. "Dad, Mom, I'm home," came a woman's cool voice. When Oliver heard the voice, his expression turned strange. "No way. Could it be her?" he thought. The woman walked in and immediately locked eyes with Oliver. Her eyes widened in shock. It was Rosalie Watson. Rosalie was just as stunned to see Oliver at her house. After all, just two hours ago, they'd been in bed together. "Rosalie, you're home! Let me introduce you. This is Oliver, and he's..." James started, but before he could finish, Rosalie grabbed Oliver and pulled him straight into the bedroom, leaving James and Martha confused. The bedroom door slammed shut behind them. "Whoa, slow down. Your parents are still out there," Oliver said with a grin. "Don't worry, I'll go along with it. This time, you can be on top. How's that sound?"

Chapter 4: Meeting The Watson Family

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