"It seems... even if I ask for her, you wouldn't let me take her away..." Douglas Foster knew his friend Stanhope Brown too well.
"Do you like her?" Stanhope asked.
Though Douglas didn't answer, his expression betrayed him.
"That's not how to pursue a girl you like!" Stanhope laughed lightly, getting up. "I won't interfere with your personal affairs, but she is, after all, your sister-in-law's best friend... When Grace was in her most difficult times, she stepped forward to help. Such girls are rare these days... You'd better cherish her!"
Douglas disagreed, "I have to notify you... If Gail Wright doesn't come back, I might have to borrow your woman for a while. You don't have to worry, I'll take good care of her, you just don't worry."
With a slight smile at the corner of his lips, Stanhope put one hand in his pocket, not sitting down, and spoke nonchalantly, "I might not worry... but I can't guarantee that Old Master Foster won't worry."