Chapter 40

''Open up, I want to feed you,'' Lily told Harold. Harold smiled sheepishly. If there was one thing he was sure of, it was that his prospective wife, Lily, was very small and cute.

He allowed Lily to feed him, while he graciously chewed on the food that she had put in his mouth.

It was easy to know how reputable Harold was, from the way he had his meal. Impeccable table manners was what he practiced.

He rolled up his sleeve and his cutleries were at the right positions in his hands and on the table. He never spoke when he had food in his mouth, and if he had to speak while he was sitting at the dinning, then he made sure to be as careful as possible, so that food particles and saliva never found their way out of his mouth.

His skin dazzled a fine tan while his luxurious wristwatch embellished his wrist.