Gordon suddenly realized he’d accidentally spoken his thoughts aloud.
He braced himself and looked at Steven, whose gaze had turned even colder—like a block of ice that could freeze a man to death. Gordon immediately shut his mouth.
“I was just talking nonsense, Mr. Lancaster. Please don't send me off to work in another country.”
Steven remained silent for a moment, his expression stern, before asking, “How do you court someone with sincerity?”
Gordon stared at Steven in disbelief, replaying the question in his mind several times, still unsure if he'd heard correctly.
“You don’t know, Mr. Lancaster?”
Steven’s handsome face darkened, and he lowered his head to type on his keyboard without another word.
A moment later, he looked up from his computer again, glancing at Gordon. “Tell me, and I’ll give you a bonus.”
“Of course, Mr. Lancaster,” Gordon couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. “Actually, winning a woman over is quite simple. It’s definitely not about just chasing away other men. The key is the woman herself. You can get rid of one suitor, but another one will always pop up. You can't fend them all off forever.”
“The most direct approach is to win her heart. Once her heart belongs to you, you won't even need to deal with those other men; she’ll come to you on her own. You have to coax her, spoil her, protect her, and cherish her. The most important thing is not to oppose her, which, if you don't mind me saying, is something you seem to enjoy doing.”
Steven's brow furrowed. Gordon continued, “Love isn't a business deal, after all. Sincerity is everything. Take that jade chess set, Mr. Lancaster. You never intended to give it to Mr. Wilson; you were just waiting for Ms. Jones to come and get it. But that approach didn't work out so well, did it?”
“I think instead of forcing her to come to you, you should be more straightforward. Stop using these things as bargaining chips to keep her by your side. Just give them to her as a gift, try to make her smile. You might be surprised by the result.”
...
At the jadeite auction.
I finally broke free from the crowd, only to see Oliver still standing there, grinning at me. I felt a headache coming on.
“Why didn't you give me a hand?”
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