Rowan hadn't taken Jasmine out on a date in a while.
Her family called to check in, fishing for updates on Rowan's situation.
Jasmine paused, her gaze settling on the man seated front and center at the event. "Don't worry, it's fine. Rowan will handle this crisis. Honestly, I admire a man who stays grounded and focused when work gets demanding. It's much better than just going on dates."
"That's right. Adversity reveals true character," Tabitha praised. "You're nothing like that Lyra girl, who has nothing but her looks to fall back on. Make sure you support him. Use your intellect to help him."
Hanging up the phone, Tabitha felt a surge of absolute confidence in her daughter. To her, a woman like Jasmine—educated, composed, and capable of weathering any storm—was the definition of a true soulmate. The kind of woman a man kept forever.
Not one to sit idly by, Tabitha meticulously selected premium gifts and personally delivered them to Victoria Jameson's residence.
The security guards at the gated estate accepted the packages on her behalf. Tabitha simply left the items and drove off, knowing better than to overstay her welcome.
The guards promptly brought the gifts to the main house.
"Has she left?" Victoria asked, glancing up.
Upon hearing that her visitor hadn't lingered, she gave a slow, approving nod. "At least she understands boundaries. Nothing is set in stone yet, so it's good she knows her place."
Still, a soft sigh escaped her lips, and a faint chill flashed in her eyes.
The Ford family's social standing was terribly mediocre. In her circles, they were barely a blip on the radar. It was just a shame her son was so dead set on this arrangement...
But what could she do? If her son cared for the girl, so be it.
Later that evening, Victoria made a formal call to the Ford residence.
Tabitha answered, and Victoria politely thanked her for the gifts.
Flattered and slightly nervous, Tabitha insisted it was the least she could do, mentioning how much Rowan had already done for their family. She seamlessly wove in what Jasmine had said earlier that day, making sure to highlight how attentive and supportive her daughter was being toward Rowan.
"Oh? She really said that?"
A collective sigh of relief washed over Grandma Ford, Jonathan, and the others.
"It seems she really is fond of Jasmine. I always knew our girl was destined for great things."
"This is fantastic. Charles and Victoria both approve of her. Now it's just Alistair we need to worry about..."
Elara Townsend immediately chimed in. "Jasmine is flawless. It's only a matter of time before the old man comes around. Plus, Rowan is already smoothing things over. I heard he even bought The Calligraphy Scroll at an auction and gave it to him under Jasmine's name..."
Grandma Ford nodded, her eyes reflecting decades of shrewd social maneuvering. "At my age, I understand how these things work. Alistair isn't blind; he knows perfectly well who really bought that scroll. But the fact that his grandson went to such lengths... he won't admit it, but his heart will soften eventually. He can't stand in the way of true love forever."
"The fact that he's turning a blind eye to it is a statement in itself."
Hearing this, Jonathan and Tabitha beamed with delight.
It truly felt as though Jasmine joining the Jameson family was merely a matter of time.

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