Evan was very direct. He had never beat about the bush with Fabian.

Fabian did not deny it either, but he could not accept Evan’s choice of words. "She’s undoubtedly a very fine lady, so much better than those libertine women you keep by your side. Not to mention, it’s such a coincidence that you two have met before. You even know her father. Maybe you two really are fated."

Evan raised his eyebrow. "Young Master Fabian, you still wish to matchmake me? But you have to get this clear. The one she’s interested in is you."

"I don't even know her that well. At most, she might fancy my appearance,” Fabian said coldly. He then called a servant to bring Lillian back to the room to take a bath first.

Evan did not really agree with Fabian’s perspective. "It’s only because of one's attraction to another’s appearance, that one would then feel inclined to learn more about the other on a personal level. Fab, you’re still too naive. It seems that I have to teach you more about this."

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