Margaret paused for a moment before chuckling softly. She set down her cup and replied gently, "You're right. I invited you here not just for lunch, but also to catch up. Who would have thought that the boy I met by chance is the young master of the Clay family? I don't know if this is luck or not."
Merlin laughed as well. "Me too. Who would have thought that you are Margaret Beethoven, the eldest daughter of the Beethoven family? Aren't I the luckiest one here?"
They looked at each other before finally bursting into laughter. Margaret shook her head and said sincerely, "You saved me, Merlin. Thank you."
She bowed slightly toward him. "If there's anything you want, just say the word. I promise I'll give it to you. I'm pretty sure my Beethoven family has many things that would interest you."
If it were anyone else, they would have been overjoyed—after all, Margaret's offer was made freely, without coercion or threats.
