Theodore replied, crossing his legs and settling into his leather armchair. A subtle smile played at the corners of his eyes, making him look like a sly fox who had sheathed its sharp claws and transformed into a meek house pet.

Sure enough, when a noble young man pursued a lady, even his usual reserve and aloofness would disappear. In the past, Theodore wouldn't have bothered with ordering diamonds and arranging cars to send flowers.

Horace felt like an old father watching his young son grow up. Finally, the sharp-tongued Theodore had learned to be humble when pursuing a woman. It was truly touching and worthy of praise.

“Diamonds are indeed a girl's best friend," Horace commented curtly, not quite sure what to say.

“Exactly. No woman can resist something so sparkly," Theodore agreed, in a rare moment of discussing wooing techniques with his subordinate.