Chapter 32

Lorenzo’s POV

My mum. She had been calling me, asking when I would officially make Mitchell my bride. How many times would I tell her I wasn’t interested in her? I loved my mother so much that’s why I haven’t ended her but from the look of things, one day, I would stop picking her call.

“A wealthy twenty-five year old guy like you needs a well behaved girl like Mitchell,” She drawled in a way that seemed like she was wondering why I wasn’t getting her point, or rather, tired of explaining.

“You want me to get married? Fine. But why must it be Mitchell?” I said to her, securing my phone in the space between my neck and my left shoulder. I was making breakfast when she called. Even with the aid of maids reading to serve at my feet, I liked making my breakfast sometimes because I enjoyed cooking and baking.

“Because she’s responsible, well mannered, calm, there’s just something about her… and both families have a great bond already. ” She was explaining with fer