Lynette Moreland stared at the two calm words on her phone screen, feeling puzzled. She couldn't quite grasp Max Davies's thoughts.
Was it disbelief, or indifference?
After a long silence, Lynette asked,
[Do you like Anna?]
Max replied quickly, [Whether I like her or not isn't important. What's important is that she's willing to marry me. I'm past thirty, and my mom worries a lot about my marriage. I don't want her to be anxious anymore.]
Lynette read each word carefully, her emotions complex upon finishing. She didn't reply, but instead called Max directly.
As soon as it connected, she said, "Even if you want to get married, you should find a reliable woman."
Max, hearing her angry tone, softened his initially obscure eyes and calmly replied, "Anna is reliable in some aspects and can make my mom happy. As for her private life, I don't pay attention."
"Even if you're marrying for your mother's sake, you still shouldn't..." shouldn't settle for so little.
