Viola Harris was quick to spot her brother, Alan Moreland, rushing home urgently. Alan glanced sideways, "Big brother, given your lack of prospects, I think you should just give up."
Even from a great distance, he could clearly see what had just happened.
Henry Moreland glared at him, then plopped down on the sofa without a word.
Oliver Moreland wasn't sure how to deal with Samuel Clark's young relative. When the girl left, there was a sense of regret on her face, but not embarrassment.
Seeing her leave, Alan Moreland eagerly went over, "What did you say to the young lady? The look she gave when she left was so melancholic that I almost thought you bullied her."
Oliver Moreland gave him a bland look and stood up, walking toward the balcony.
The night was lovely, the breeze carrying the aroma of flowers, grass, and trees.
Someone approached from behind, a faint scent of a young woman spreading in the air. Oliver Moreland didn't need to turn around to know who it was.
