Refusing to Remarry: Mr. Hawthorne, You Are Out-Chapter 153: Fate, Rare and Unattainable

"..."

The atmosphere instantly froze.

Leon Grant reached up to rub his forehead, almost squeezing out the words through gritted teeth, "I told you, it’s about a friend!"

Anton Kincaid continued to smile cheekily, not exposing him, "Isn’t your friend troubled?"

Staring at him with this annoying look, Leon Grant got angry, "I’ll say it again, it’s a friend’s issue!"

"Yes, yes, even if it’s your friend!" Anton Kincaid nodded repeatedly and then asked, "Hasn’t Raine Sinclair been ignoring you since that night?"

Leon, "..."

Can you still call this a friend?

Anton saw him taking a deep breath, even clenching his fists, clearly ready to throw a punch, and sensibly got up, silently distancing himself from this ticking time bomb!

"In this situation, most people would tell you, if she’s cold to you, be cold back! But...I insist on teaching you the opposite!" Anton Kincaid said thoughtfully, propping his chin with one hand.

"What do you mean?" Leon raised an eyebrow, his curiosity ultimately winning over the urge to punch someone!

So Anton turned back and seriously analyzed it with Leon.

"Look, Raine Sinclair just got divorced, right? She definitely doesn’t trust men! But, she likes you a lot, impulsively getting involved with you...hmph! She must regret it afterward, her mind filled with thoughts like men are untrustworthy, and she should never be with a man in this life, so she naturally distances herself from you! Do you get what I’m saying?"

"..." Leon frowned, "It’s not completely impossible."

In fact, Anton’s analysis did have some truth to it, but they didn’t know that the person who had a relationship with Leon that night wasn’t Raine Sinclair at all.

Encouraged by the acknowledgment, Anton Kincaid grew more confident, "Just give her some time. Once she figures it out, she’ll naturally come to you. Then you can launch an intense pursuit!"

"Really." Leon sighed lightly.

After saying that, he snapped back and retorted unhappily, "I already said it’s about a friend!"

"Sure, sure, your friend’s business!" Anton quickly coaxed, rolling his eyes where Leon couldn’t see.

It’s so obvious he’s making up a friend, does he really think I can’t tell?

Hmph!

——

Mason Sullivan finished his work and checked his phone, finding that Raine Sinclair had replied half an hour earlier.

[Sure, I’ll head to the office later.]

Mason Sullivan instantly brightened up upon receiving the message, grinning at his phone like a fool.

Easton Yancy just walked into the secretary’s office and saw Mason Sullivan’s grin almost reaching his ears!

"What’s making you so happy?" He casually asked.

Mason turned around, full of pride, "The sweetness of love, you wouldn’t understand!"

"..." Easton Yancy frowned, about to continue, when Mason asked, "By the way, Special Assistant Yancy, do you have a girlfriend?"

They’ve become quite familiar over the past few months, so asking something personal should be fine, right?

"No." Easton Yancy shook his head.

"What? You’re already thirty, how are you still single?" Mason Sullivan clicked disapprovingly, then warmly offered, "Do you want me to introduce you to someone?"

Easton Yancy looked at him skeptically, "Do you know any girls?"

"Joking! My underclassmen in college are countless, sweet, spicy, sour, bitter, you name it, just tell me what flavor you like!"

Mason spoke with such pride, he really seemed like a madam at a brothel.

Even the always-serious Easton Yancy was amused, "Are you cooking?"

"C’mon, seriously, what kind do you like?" Mason felt his abilities were being questioned and insisted on proving it to Easton Yancy!

"This...I really haven’t thought about it." Easton Yancy hesitated for a moment, wanting to say something but his mind went blank.

Mason rolled his eyes, urging him, "Think about it now!"

Easton Yancy fell silent—

He didn’t come from a wealthy family, and as the eldest with three younger siblings, he had to set an example and help his parents.

During school, he worked two jobs during breaks, and after joining Sinclair Group, he worked diligently, afraid of even a small mistake, disappointing Mr. Sinclair’s expectations.

Before he knew it, he turned thirty.

Love...looking back now, he only felt something for a junior in his sophomore year, but had no time to court her.

After starting work, many women admired him, but he refused office romances.

It wasn’t because the company didn’t allow it, but at the time, bread was much more important than love.

His siblings’ tuition left him no distraction for love, besides, he knew he couldn’t offer a girlfriend a future then.

So he postponed it again and again until now.

Looking back, many people spend their youthful and most precious years from 20 to 30, entirely devoted to work.

Some might ask, with youth only coming once, would he regret not experiencing a romance at his best age?

After pondering for a long time, his answer remains no.

Love isn’t a necessity, after all, without his hard work in previous years, how could he achieve stability now?

What is the best age?

It’s different for everyone.

Some start dating at sixteen but never find a true soulmate in their lives.

Others meet their lifelong love at fifty and stay together forever.

Fate is something that happens by chance, not by seeking.

Mason waited for a long time without a response from Easton Yancy, about to break his train of thought, when Lily Sinclair walked in.

He immediately greeted her with a grin, "Lily! I’m heading to Adler Construction this afternoon, want to come with?"

"Huh?" Lily Sinclair was momentarily stunned, looking at the two of them in confusion.

She had been zoning out and was suddenly called upon, her mind still hadn’t caught up...

Easton Yancy also looked up just in time to see her fair, youthful face and those innocent, big eyes, untouched by any worldly dust, like a fairy inadvertently fallen to earth.

His pupils involuntarily dilated.

His heart surged with warmth, enveloping him.

By this time, Lily Sinclair had come to her senses and quickly nodded, "Sure."

Mason Sullivan made an OK gesture to her, then turned back to Easton Yancy, pressing, "Have you decided yet? What kind do you like?"

How can someone be so indecisive, not even knowing what kind of person they like?!

Easton Yancy honestly hadn’t had any clue, but the moment he saw Lily Sinclair, he had his answer.

"Kind-hearted."

Hearing those two words, Mason Sullivan was just drinking water and couldn’t hold it in, spraying it all out!

"Pfft!!"