Chapter 9 Negotiation_3

"Oh?" Winters hadn't recovered his wits, "Ah?!"

Antonio pointed out, "You thought Mr. Leo was your man, but in reality, he is also a party to the negotiations. A carriage that arrives full surely won't return empty, will it? Let him stop hiding behind you and lay it all out on the table."

Winters shuffled slowly toward the tent's exit, reached the tent flap, was about to lift it, but stopped. He turned back to look at his foster father and asked hesitantly, "Lady Navarre… what exactly is her stance… And how do you see Anna…"

Antonio's gesture halted, his smile complicated, mixed with both the satisfaction of "finally coaxing the cabbages," and the blame of "why coax them so recklessly."

Antonio set down his cup and sighed softly, "What do I think? How else could I think? Do you know the magnitude of trouble you've caused?"

Winters stood there dejectedly.

It's well-known that romantic love is generally an embellishment to married life.