Bonds on Pen and Paper
~~ Luxé Cafe ~~
Isabella implores, "Even if it's a billion dollars, I can, but please help me convince my son to marry. He is still in his carefree stage, and I'm confident he will listen to you."
"Why me, Mrs. Isabella?"
Isabella reflects, "My son likes you, that's why. But you cannot be my son's wife."
"It's a mother's intuition, Peony. So, do you agree to a billion USD?"
Benedict rises, eager to leave before hearing a "Yes" from her. He thinks, "You're willing to take money from my mother to fulfil the contract. Well, Peony, I'd rather not listen further than hear a 'Yes' from you."
The waitress, arriving with a tray holding another cup of coffee and tiramisu, remarks, "Are you leaving, sir? Your order is here."
Peony asserts, "I won't agree to it, Mrs. Isabella. It's a personal matter. Instead of discussing this with Benedict, you're asking someone unrelated to convince him."