The Elizabethan villa was booming with the sounds of the voices of visitors when Andrew, Jackson and Mirinda walked into the balcony that leads into the general parlour. "I guess our guests have arrived," Mirinda let out. She held Andrew's hand, gestured to him to walk faster and announced, "I think we are late." On the cushion chairs in the middle of the long parlour were several richly dressed ladies and gentlemen, and all eyes turned to them as they walked inside. An old man who was dressed in purple regalia and an aristocratic look peeked at Andrew and mumbled, "This must be my grandson... Come here and hug me." His voice was steady despite his age, and he stood up, drew Andrew closer and held him in a tight embrace. Andrew bowed when he was released from his tight embrace. He looked into the smiling face of his grandfather and let out," Good afternoon, Your Highness. I am happy to meet you." "Impressive... My baby had grown into a perfect gentleman." "Thank you, your highn

Jackson was seen as he removed the smaller spoon in his food and exchanged it with a bigger spoon. His eyes darted around the large dining hall, fell on Isabella and then on Andrew. Without minding the horrific look on Andrew's face, Jackson picked up a large meat and was about to nip at it when Andrew whispered with an angry look. "Drop that, Jackson or this is the end of our friendship." "Shh!.. Why don't you close your eyes?" Jackson asked back in a hum. "Because I know the kind of man you are. Now return all the smaller utensils to your plate." "I won't. This spoon is too small for me." "Ahh! Isabella is watching you?" "What?" "Isabella. She is looking at you," Andrew whispered back and then begged Jackson to return the spoon and not to do anything stupid until the prayer was over. Jackson glared at Isabella's disgusted look and then moaned silently and promptly returned the smaller spoon to his meal. "Thank you, Lord, for answering our prayer. In your holy name, we worsh

Jasmine is tall with a heavy physique gal, yet despite her manly look, the well-proportional lady is pleasing to the eyes. Most of the guests who were familiar with her mischievous attitude glared at her as she walked with lack of alacrity towards Andrew and Sarah, and suddenly pulled Andrew's arm and held tight to his neck, and then muttered, "Oh dearest Andrew. I had been dying to meet you... Oh! Pardon me, my name is Jasmine, and I am one of your secret admirers." "Thanks, Miss Jasmine. Please excuse me," Andrew let out and then tried to remove Jasmine's arm from his neck. "Stop that, Jasmine. Can't you see I am in the middle of a decent conversation with Andrew," Sarah's face was filled with anger when she said this, and she instantly stepped close to Jasmine and glared at her. "What! A decent conversation indeed. We all know all your decent conversations with men always end with you pulling down your panties," Jasmine teased back. 'Whack... Whack!' "Oh my gosh! You dare slap

The horses' stables seemed an ideal place to hide, and Andrew was seen as he strolled among the curious horses who gaped at him. 'I was once rejected by ladies, now all of them want me... Amazing!' Even without being told, Andrew knew his change of fortune was the reason for their sudden love towards him, and this seemed not amusing to the newly rich man. 'I want true love, worse of all, I still desire Andrea.' Alone with the horses, Andrew was able to reflect on his state of mind and his emotions towards his estranged wife. And no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise, he realized he couldn't let go of Andrea now. This decision was based on two reasons.First and foremost, like Andrew, Andrea was also hoodwinked into this contract relationship, and she was a victim as well. Secondly, letting go of her is like accepting defeat from Stevenson, and knowing Stevenson to be a jerk, Andrew was afraid that he would make use of her and then dumped her after getting wh

Andrew was right. He woke up stronger than he had imagined. After a hot shower, he put on a clean but inexpensive blue T-shirt and black pants, and then stepped out of his room, into the long corridor, and then to the dining hall. As expected, all of his family members were in their seats, and they all peered at him as he trudged closer. "Good morning, Dad. Hope you had a great night," Andrew murmured. "Yes, son," Mr Elizabethan answered back, he fixed his eyes on Andrew for a while, shrugged and asked, "And you. Hope you are enjoying your stay here." "Sure, Dad... Good Morning, Isabella." Isabella nodded in reply and then gestured to Andrew to sit at the chair beside her. "Good morning, Andrew. I had woken up for hours and was waiting for you," Jackson let out. "Hello, Jackson. So sorry, I slept late and woke up late," Andrew answered back and then peered at the chair Isabella was offering him. "Good Morning, Andrew," Miranda announced with a smile. "Morning, Miranda." "Se