Mrs. Mitchell is not only beautiful but also has a pleasant manner of speaking. She took my hand and directly explained her purpose.
"I came to see you today because I want to invite you to dinner."
"The fact that you saved Sebastian, if it weren't for your mother mentioning it, I wouldn't know even now. That brat didn't tell me."
Bertha Haines politely refused a few times, but Mrs. Mitchell was quite persistent, so she had no choice but to get in the car with them.
In the car, she engaged in intermittent conversation with Mrs. Mitchell, though most of the time, she was just listening.
"Sebastian has been learning sign language recently; you don't need to type. You can see how well he's learned."
Bertha was a bit surprised and shifted her gaze to Sebastian Page.
This man was truly a clothes model; even a simple dark gray casual jacket and light blue jeans looked prohibitively expensive on him.
