When the car stopped at the entrance of Eastern Racecourse, Elizabeth got out of the car and saw James standing at the gate.
James was wearing a stiff riding uniform. He was tall and handsome. When he saw her, a smile immediately appeared on his face.
"Ms. Blaine."
Elizabeth didn't expect that James would come out to wait for her. She subconsciously ran over with a bag in her hand.
"Mr. Brown, why did you come out?"
"Ms. Blaine, why did you always call me Mr. Brown? Do I look old?"
Before Elizabeth could answer, James said again, "If you don't mind, just call me James."
Elizabeth was speechless.
She dared not to call his name.
Besides, they were not familiar with each other. It would be better to call him Mr. Brown.
"Mr. Brown, that's not polite."
Hearing this, James narrowed his eyes and looked at Elizabeth meaningfully. He said, "Alright, then call me Mr. Brown first. You can call me James later."