"Why hasn't such a good kid gotten married yet? No girlfriend either?" Josephine Hawthorne grasped Harry Zachary's hand, gently stroking it as she asked "concernedly."
The latter forced a slight curve on his lips, "No."
"Oh, what a pity, such a good kid," Josephine sighed while gently patting the back of Harry Zachary's hand, each pat accompanied by a light stroke.
Harry Zachary awkwardly curved his lips, wanting to pull his hand away but feeling it would be impolite, so he had to let Josephine hold it.
Just as he was feeling awkward, Hannah Hargrave's voice came down from upstairs, "Assistant Zhao, come up for a bit!"
"Auntie, the boss is calling me." Harry Zachary withdrew his hand and stood up.
"Go on, go on," Josephine smiled and urged him. Harry Zachary gave her a slight bow and walked towards the stairs. Josephine's eyes followed him, reluctant to look away even as he reached the second floor.
