Richard Shaw thought about the past three years. Although Leah didn't stay in Switzerland specifically to accompany him—in large part, it was to look for Griffith Squire—it didn't really matter.
As long as she was by his side.
Remembering Leah's bold and carefree personality, the man's expression softened slightly as he smiled and said, "I heard your matchmaking lineup stretches all the way from Southeast Asia to Imperial City?"
Ignatius Leclair kept a cold face, snorted, and said, "It's not matchmaking. It's to find a mom for Benjamin."
"Three years and still no luck?" Richard Shaw scoffed, not wanting to tear apart the last shreds of his dignity and pride. The Howard Family matriarch had called him more than once to complain, saying the man was becoming increasingly eccentric. Matchmaking for three years without getting married was one thing, but to not even have a single scandal? Forget a woman; was he planning to become a monk for the rest of his life?
