Chapter 16: Chapter 16: Excessive Embarrassment
Shane Sim's smile at the corner of his mouth grew stronger as he quietly watched Grace Gordon awkwardly interacting with Stanhope Brown, thinking... it seemed that Stanhope was interested in this young lady.
The elevator fell silent once again, the atmosphere was overly awkward.
Grace Gordon pursed her dry lips, breaking the silence: "What about you? Are you sick? Why aren't your bodyguards with you?"
Grace felt as though she had said too much, just making polite small talk... but why did she ask about his bodyguards not being with him?
Grace's exquisite brows furrowed, she pursed her lips.
She feared that the slightest misstep in her words would give Stanhope the wrong impression, and the more she cared, the more likely she was to make a mistake.
Shane saw Grace's brows furrowing more and more, and he thought that she seemed to be especially careful about what she said in front of Stanhope.
This awkward but interesting atmosphere caught Shane's attention, and he decided to watch maliciously with the intent... to absolutely not break the ice.
"A friend is in the hospital, just came to visit." Stanhope Brown's voice seemed to have a thin layer of laughter.
Grace Gordon's hand beside her clenched tightly, her gaze unintentionally swept over the paper kraft bag in Stanhope's hand, which held four bottles of red wine; who brings wine to visit a patient?
Grace Gordon's brows furrowed even more, she had never thought that the elevator ride from the first floor to the 19th floor would be so unbearable.
After a long time, Grace Gordon finally said: "About last time... I left in such a hurry that I forgot to thank you. Thank you for saving me!"
Shane Sim quickly interjected: "You don't have to be so dry in your thanks... If you really feel grateful, then invite Mr. Secretary of State for dinner to show some appreciation!"
Before Grace Gordon could respond, they heard a "Ding—" sound.
The 19th floor had arrived.
Stanhope Brown glanced at the still lit twenty-three corridor: "Let's have dinner together sometime."
Stanhope Brown's voice was steady, not like a joke, and the clearly contoured face had a smile that was both enchanting and elusive.
"Okay!" Grace Gordon agreed with a nod, astonished.
Shane Sim's mysterious smile at the corner of his mouth became even more intense; it was the first time he had ever heard Stanhope personally invite a woman to dinner.
Shane Sim was more than willing to play matchmaker, he pulled a signing pen from his pocket, grabbed Grace Gordon's slender arm, swiftly wrote down Stanhope Brown's contact number, then walked out leaning on his crutch, even reminding her: "This is his private number, don't forget to call!"
Grace Gordon didn't like Shane Sim's tone and attitude; it was as if he was a pimp, which made her feel very uncomfortable.
Shane Sim caught up with Stanhope Brown's pace, laughing wickedly: "I guess you were lying about not catching up with the elevator, you just wanted to sleep with that young lady!"
Stanhope Brown's lips had a faint, barely noticeable smile.
"Last time I heard your cousin say that you proposed to a girl... could it be her?" Shane Sim seemed a little stunned.
Stanhope Brown didn't answer, but Shane Sim felt certain. After all, he knew Stanhope Brown all too well.
Shane Sim held his forehead: "This is bad, why didn't you tell me sooner? Now the young lady must think I'm a pimp!"
Shane Sim initially thought Stanhope Brown just wanted to get the girl into bed; little did he know, Stanhope actually wanted to take her home!
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone