The old man gave Grégoire a sly look. “So, you’ve decided to move in because of my wife,” Loïc stated without any doubt or reluctance in his tone.
The two Bouchards were in Loïc’s study. The old man was standing in front of his grandson, who lazily sat back in the huge single couch, his arms resting on its sides comfortably. However, Grégoire regarded the old man with hostility.
“Don’t rub it on my face, Grandpa. Stop calling her your wife!” he said through gritted teeth. He was truly incensed.
“It wouldn’t have happened if you cared about this old man and attended the wedding, despite your race schedule in Dubai,” Loïc taunted him more. “Nonetheless, I have you to thank for having the most beautiful bride in the entire world. Oh, speaking of which, I will not keep her hidden from the p
