"..." Stella York's hand tightened unconsciously on Lucas Scott's lapel.
It's really the White Family of Zen City.
The White Family's Young Master...
"The Young Master White who wants to marry Molly, is he called Charles White?" Stella York blurted out.
She almost miscarried back then, and it was Edward White who saved her. During those few days at the White Family, Lady White was especially kind to her.
Leaving all that aside, she had seen the White Family's Young Master with her own eyes.
Handsome, elegant, oozing with nobility and grace in every gesture, completely unrelated to the fickle scoundrel they imagined him to be.
But what if she was just mistaken...
Stella York lightly bit her lip, caught in a dilemma.
"How do you know the White Family's Young Master is named Charles White?" Lucas Scott slightly furrowed his brows, looking at Stella York, who seemed completely off, and held her tighter.
"I've heard the name before, it seems to be Charles White."
