His eyes fell on Oliver’s pretty blue eyes, then on his long lashes, and then later on his fair cheeks.
He once again raised his hand to reach his cheek and pinched it before saying, “If my Father looks at you, I am sure he would not like you.”
“...” ‘That’s not comforting at all, thank you.’ Oliver wanted to cry out loud.
His lips trembled as he asked softly, “Why? What is wrong with me?”
If he could change anything, he would change it so that William’s father would not have any problems with him. Since he was William’s father, he wished he could make a good impression in front of him.
William did not know his thoughts. If he knew, he would say that he doesn’t have to think so far and, most importantly, he doesn’t have to care about his opinion at all.
He seriously thought for a few
