Mark Parsons Was Largely Dissatisfied

Ryan averted his eyes and drank the whole glass' content before he answered.

"It is nothing," he said nonchalantly. "I like his blood, so I buy it."

"Is that so? Are you planning on having a deeper relationship with this young man?"

The question reminded Ryan of him on the bed with Aiden in his arms. Of how his body reacted to Aiden's body. There was indeed something, but it should not be taken seriously.

"No, of course not."

"Aha. And how is it really going with Jenny Parsons? Are you going to take her as your wife or not?"

Ryan chuckled.

"Grandfather, it is too early to talk about that."

Lord Marcus Caldwell raised an eyebrow.

"It has been a few months. You should take responsibility of the girl after laying with her for so long."

"I would if I have," Ryan quipped.

"So you haven't. What are you waiting for?"

"The right moment."

Lord Marcus Caldwell narrowed his eyes at Ryan suspiciously.

"Does this have anything to do with that particular young man?"