“Here for a visit at this hour? Are you trying to freeload dinner again?”
Remy smiled and replied, “Elisa always wants me to stay. I can’t say no to her.”
Clive felt the urge to confront Remy; the man had no shame.
Remy had overstayed his welcome, and his sister had only invited him to dinner out of courtesy.
“Let’s talk, Remy,” Clive said.
Remy nodded, grinning. “Anytime.”
“We should go to your place.”
After a moment of consideration, Remy agreed.
The two headed to Remy’s home. Once there, Remy invited Clive to sit under a gazebo and apologetically explained, “The house is undergoing remodeling. It’s a mess for hosting guests, so I hope you don’t mind sitting here.”
“Mr. Johnson, I don’t think we’re close enough for first names. It’s Mr. Stone to you.”
“We can switch to a more casual address once you successfully marry my sister—if someone else doesn’t win her heart first.”
Remy paused for a moment before asking, “Is this coming from Mrs. Stone or you?”
“It’s from our entire family. Remy, we understand why you visit so often. Honestly, I admire you, as does my mom, but we don’t approve of you as a husband for Elisa.”
“Is it because I’m from Annenburg?” Remy inquired.
“You’re aware of that, I see. My mom was a career woman in her youth and is quite headstrong about what she wants. Elisa is her pride and joy, and she doesn’t want her marrying someone from a distance. Changing my mother’s mind will be a challenge.”
“Remy, you should know when to back off. Stop appearing in front of Elisa. I don’t think your relationship with her will go anywhere,” Clive urged, hoping to convince Remy to let go.
Looking…
As they walked around his property, Remy asked Clive, “What do you think of my place, Mr. Stone?”
“It’s nice,” Clive replied.
“Is it far from your house?” Remy inquired.
*