“What?” I asked in confusion.
“Mr. Lockwood, maybe you meant to say something else, I said, trying my best not to look affected by his aura.
“I saw what you did there earlier. With the sick old man,” he started.
“What does that have to do with us getting married, Mr. Lockwood?” I asked.
“I did my investigations; that old man has Erezobia, but you, who has no record about learning medicine, were able to give him the emergency treatment so easily, something that would require a bunch of experts to do,” he said with his legs crossed, looking all mysterious, and it clicked. No wonder he suddenly gained interest in me; it was because of his grandmother's illness.
“My grandmother also has Erezobia,” he said.
“Hmm, really ?” I said, trying my best to look surprised, but I guess such simple
