When Michael spoke about this matter, his expression was very sorrowful, and he sighed.
Her melancholic demeanor was especially beautiful.
At this moment, Chloe Grant thought of one person: the fragile, sentimental damsel.
That kind of fragility, melancholy, beauty down to the bones.
Even though she was a woman, she felt heartache for Michael's distress.
"Naturally, my mother believes that Grandpa Morgan surpasses anyone else, so..."
There was no need to say more; Chloe Grant could understand.
"So I want to ask for your help. Help me speak to Grandpa Morgan and ask him to give me three months. During these three months, I'll pretend to be with him, and after three months, we can end our relationship using the excuse of incompatible personalities.
Is that okay?"
Michael looked up, his gaze filled with a plea.
"Um..." Chloe Grant hesitated.
