  &quot;Those are very beautiful collections. You have almost all the work of Eduardo; I have noticed&quot; she said lightly in a way of starting a conversation. At least that should be a safe way to start. Art was after all something that both interested them.
  Michael raised his head from the book he was reading to look at her. He continued to give her that thoughtful look for a few seconds longer as if deciding whether to reply to her or not.
  &quot;I believe you haven t come here to discuss paintings with me,&quot; he said finally. This time he did not immediately return his attention to the book he d been reading.
  &quot;Very well,&quot; Mitchell thought. Seems he wasn t going to make this any easier for her, so she was going to be blunt as to her reason for being there as well.
  &quot;No, I haven t,&quot; she said, choosing her words carefully. I am here to apologize for whatev

  If you think that way of women, why do you ask me to marry you?&quot;
  &quot;Because something about you feels different and I know you wouldn t be so much interested in my money since you already made enough of your own,&quot; he said. 
  &quot;Also, I don t intend to go broke,&quot; he added
  Mitchell nodded her head. Though her wealth is non-comparable to his. Never can be.
  &quot;And you are intelligent than any other lady I have met or dated&quot; 
  &quot;I am?&quot; She asked with interest
  &quot;Something about you strikes a similar chord to my grandmother,&quot; he said. You d find that out yourself when you meet her.
  She nodded again before asking if his father was insolvent before his mother left them.
  &quot;Yes,&quot; he said. He went bankrupt and lost everything he had. His wife wasted no time to follow the next available rich man who can provide her with the kind 

  She had said something to hurt him. That she knew. She d seen the pain in his eyes. Raw pain. And it hurt her to see him that way. Almost vulnerable.
  &quot;Think Mitchell,&quot; she said. Going over every word she had uttered to him. 
  &quot;His mother!&quot; It hit her. She had made that snide remark about his mother failing in her duty to bring him up well. Mitchell bites her lower lips. She honestly hadn t meant to be rude to his mother. But how would he know when she had been fuming and almost ranting. She has to apologize to him.
  She stood up and moved to pick the ivory gown he had dropped. The gown was very beautiful. Something she would have loved if she wasn t angry. Mitchell remembered the woman who brought the cloth had said something about her being the first he d brought home. If that was true. There must be a lot to Michael Smith that she doesn t know yet.
   	And she

&quot;Those are very beautiful collections. You have almost all the work of Eduardo; I have noticed&quot; she said lightly in a way of starting a conversation. At least that should be a safe way to start. Art was after all something that both interested them.
  Michael raised his head from the book he was reading to look at her. He continued to give her that thoughtful look for a few seconds longer as if deciding whether to reply to her or not.
  &quot;I believe you haven t come here to discuss paintings with me,&quot; he said finally. This time he did not immediately return his attention to the book he d been reading.
  &quot;Very well,&quot; Mitchell thought. Seems he wasn t going to make this any easier for her, so she was going to be blunt as to her reason for being there as well.
  &quot;No, I haven t,&quot; she said, choosing her words carefully. I am here to apologize for whatever it was I said or did wrong in there that got you angry&quot; 
  &quot;Angry?&quot; Michael ask

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