In a shocked tone laced with displeasure, the boy looked at her in disbelief. Agnes walked towards him with a cup of water, bending down to place it heavily on the table, then fixed him with a sharp gaze. Two seconds later, Ansel snapped awake, realizing he shouldn’t have suspected her maliciously. He smiled and asked, “Did your brother-in-law buy it for you?” He knew the girl he liked since childhood; how could she be the type to rely on a sugar daddy?
“Drink the water and leave quickly. I have to work,” the girl said flatly, not wanting to explain about the clothes and shoes. “Don’t be angry. Can’t I admit I said something wrong? My brain didn’t catch up,” Ansel stood up, looking at her pitifully. “Bubu…” Ansel felt pressured; if her spending increased, he might not be able to support her in the future. It’s easy to go from frugality to luxury, but hard to go back.
“I really need to work. Please leave,” Agnes emphasized again. Ansel realized she wasn’t in a good mood today and seemed preoccupied. Was it work pressure? He picked up the cup and took a sip of the water she poured, then reluctantly put it down and said, “I care about you and hope you can be happy.”
Agnes didn’t speak; she looked tired. She had no mind to argue with him; all her thoughts were on that relationship. She was helplessly and uncontrollably in love for the first time, but it was a different experience from others. Unable to extricate herself or control her feelings, she didn’t know when it started but found herself deeply involved.
At this moment, Jane’s car had just returned to Fritz Manor when Tom’s call came in. She picked up her phone happily and answered, “Hello, son.” Jane turned off the car, unbuckled her seatbelt, and got out. “Why did you think of calling Mom?”
“Mom,” Tom Fritz noticed his mother’s good mood. “How have you been lately?” “Very well! Very well indeed! Guess what I just did?” Tom heard his mother’s cheerful tone and smiled, asking without thinking, “What did you do? I can’t guess.”
“I had dinner with your future wife and took her shopping for clothes and shoes. The girl wouldn’t accept them until she saw me getting angry. She’s so kind and pure; you must treat her well.” Hearing this, Tom Fritz’s expression froze slightly.
“I just sent her back. If you have time, call her more often. Don’t think that being engaged means the relationship doesn’t need maintenance.” Jane walked into the brightly lit living room in high heels, advising her son, “Long-distance relationships require keeping each other in mind and making them feel your warmth.”
Tom Fritz stood by the window holding his phone, his thick eyebrows slightly furrowed. “Yes, I know.” Clearly, Agnes hadn’t explained things to his mother or come clean.
“Son, ever since you got engaged, your grandmother has been in great spirits.” “By the way, I saw where Agnes lives today; it’s very small. Do you want her to move into our house?” “No need; she’s not used to living there without me,” Tom quickly said, not wanting to trouble Agnes.
“Alright then, we’ll discuss it when you return. Son, didn’t you say you’d consider building a lab in Arkpool City? What’s the situation? Can this plan be implemented?” Jane asked.
“The project is under approval; the process is complicated and can’t be finalized quickly.” “What will you do? Not planning to come back? Dragging it out? What if she changes her mind after five years when you’re almost forty? What if no one wants you when you’re old?”