Mrs. Lawson Is So Sexy and Gallant novel Chapter 45

Before she reasoned it out, the servant's voice alarmed again, "Please hurry, Miss Moore. Mr. Lawson has been waiting in his study."

Puzzled, she quickly got dressed and accompanied the servant to the study room.

Wilson still sat in his old spot. Seeing Verena's arrival, he removed his glass and said, "How is it going?"

"Not great I am afraid." Verena couldn't be bothered to lie, "No progress at all, I should say."

Wilson chuckled and looked at her, "Tough, isn't he, my second son?"

"Why I sensed that you are proud of that?" Verena didn't evade his vision.

"Yes, I am proud. And I will never believe that you are only 18 years old if you haven't shown me your identity card." Wilson sighed lightly, "You are mature enough with your composure and reason, compared with most girls in your age."

Composure and reason?

Maybe they did partially exist in her. But when she was facing his son, Lemuel, all she could feel was rage, impulse and panic. Nothing was remotely connected to composure and reason.

Verena didn't act dramatically when she heard Lord Wilson's compliment, but only replied casually, "One's environment forges his character. I don't think that you asked me here only to chat. Is there anything you want?"

Wilson opened the drawer behind his desk silently and picked up a sandal-wood box. He handed the box to Verena.

It was very exquisite with gold scriptures in its edges. She figured it must be very expansive. With several puzzled glances, she asked, "what is this?"

"This is the urn of Lemuel's mother." As Wilson explained, his eyes fell on the box, the love and sadness in the old days through his mind.

"Urn?" she murmured, and was further puzzled, "then why would you give me this?"

Wilson flashed a glance at her and said, "It can help you seal the deal with Lemuel."

"How are the two related?" she begun to feel that the Lawson family was more and more mysterious.