"You really should get married," the Duke of Westminster said with satisfaction. "The family is eager for you to marry soon."
Beiate's enthusiasm seemed doused with a bucket of ice water, and he immediately lost all passion. Known as a famous playboy in all of England, it was impossible for him to consider marriage.
"You should hurry up and acknowledge your nephew!" Beiate scoffed, "I can't wait to meet my nephew."
"It's not possible to approach!" the Duke of Westminster said calmly. "Moreover, I don't want to scare the child, so I can't use aggressive methods." As he spoke, his gaze fell on Sheng Ning's face opposite him, a gentle light appearing in his azure eyes.
The matter had been thoroughly investigated. This woman was very good, very good. The only dissatisfaction he had was that she had arranged a childhood betrothal for the noble future Little Duke.
"By the way! I heard that my nephew has been promised in a childhood betrothal."
