"Hello, distinguished Baron Owes." Out of respect for the nobles, Annuo stood up and took the initiative to salute.
Although Baron Owes was unhappy with Annuo, out of courtesy, he reluctantly returned the greeting: "Hello, sir."
The two of them were sitting on the sofa.
Owes's eyes were sharp: "What is the reason for Mr. Lawrence's visit today? I don't remember that I have placed an order with you."
"Of course I'm not here for orders, my dear Baron." Anno put his hands on his knees.
"I don't welcome idlers here." Baron Owes snorted in displeasure.
"Ah, of course I am not idle, Baron." Anno said with a smile, "I came here to invite you to a wedding."
Owaisi paused for a moment as he went to serve the tea: "Huh?"
Annuo took out an invitation and continued: "Attend your wedding to Miss Halli, Miss Halli Baharguli Owais."
"Nonsense!" Baron Owes was already unhappy. Now he simply stopped maintaining his demeanor and stood up and said angrily.
"That's my daughter! Why should she marry you!" Baron Owes's face turned red with anger.
"Aiya, aiya, let's put those things aside for now, Lord Baron." Annuo coughed twice, "I'm here today just to give you a gift to the man who is about to become my father-in-law."
"Ah, Ang?" Baron Owes was interrupted from casting a spell. He was a little confused and said subconsciously, "What gift?"
Annuo took out a painting from behind the sofa: "I heard that Baron... you are a firm and devout believer... so, I specially brought this painting."
Anno placed the painting in front of Owais' eyes.
"'Christ Winged' is the name of this painting." Anno introduced, "This painting is me, my teacher Verrocchio, my senior brother Botticelli, and my junior brother Leon
Painted together with Nadeau, a custom-made work for you, my dear Baron.”
Owes's expression froze on his face, embarrassed and ugly.
Lorenzo told Anno that Owes was an extremely devout Catholic. As long as Anno could give him a high-quality work, he would definitely be attracted by the work and soften his tone.
There was a smile on Annuo's lips.
"Ovis, what happened? Why are you shouting?" A female voice came from the stairs.
Owaisi couldn't answer because his expression was twisted now.
Expressions of emotion, reverence, anger, etc. were condensed on his face, which was extremely weird.
"Ovis, answer me!" The female voice was a little annoyed because she didn't get a response.
"Ah, Dorigina, I see, I see Jesus..." Owes grabbed the frame and stared closely at Jesus in the painting.
Annuo let go of the painting at the right time and said sadly: "The posture of Jesus is far more divine than in the painting. Baron Owes, we can only describe him crudely."
Owes didn't care about his daughter anymore. He carefully put "Christ Winged" aside, turned around and held Annuo's hand: "My dear friend, thank you for bringing me this painting."
Annuo:???
Isn’t this a change too fast?
A woman named Dorigina appeared in the hall: "Ovis!...Ah, it turns out there are guests."
Dorigina is the wife of Baron Auwys. She looks relatively young, with a kind of elegance that belongs to a noble lady.
"Hello, distinguished Lady Dorigina. I am Laurence Anno Falco." Anno still took the initiative to salute.
"Ah, hello, Lawrence...wait, are you Lawrence?" Dorigina captured the key point, "You are the Lawrence who kidnapped my baby Hallie."
Annuo looked at Madam Dorigina's red eyes and swallowed.
He hurriedly took out an envelope from his pocket: "Ah, madam, this is the letter that Harriet asked me to send to you."
"Huh? Harley's letter!"
Dorigina is a complete daughter-controller, which is what Lorenzo told Anno. To deal with a daughter-controller mother, what Anno needs to do is even simpler.
And there is another very important point.
Baron Owys, henpecked.
As long as Lady Dorigina and Baron Owes are dealt with, I can only obey even if I feel unhappy.
The letter that Harry wrote to Mrs. Dorigina mainly described how she was living outside these days. She wanted to meet her mother and explain about Annuo. She had fallen in love with him and would not marry him unless she was married.
The clouds.
Annuo, who had taken care of the couple, went back with a confused look on his face.
An Nuo sighed while sitting in the carriage and pinched the bridge of his nose.
Although things are done well, why do I feel so stupid...
What on earth was my previous encounter with a formidable enemy?
He felt that he and Harley were a little nervous...
Back at Lawrence's studio, Anno saw Harley sitting quietly in the office.
Harley was wearing everyday clothes. When she saw Annuo coming back, she quickly walked to Annuo's side and grabbed Annuo's hand: "Lawrence, how are you? What did your father and mother say?"
When Annuo saw Hallie, he felt that all his bad moods were cured.
He didn't answer, just held Harry in his arms and shook her.
Ahhhh, it feels so comfortable to hold.
Feed your calmness, wisdom, and elegant art to the dogs!
I just need to hold Harley.
Harry patted Annuo's back and rubbed his head against Annuo: "So what is the attitude of father and others, Lawrence."
"Baron Owes and Madam Dorigina have basically agreed." Annuo let go of Harry's petite body and looked at his lover with a smile, "Mrs. Dorigina wants to see you and have a chat with you.
Let’s talk about things between us.”
"Well, I will make it clear to my mother."
"Harley?"
"Um?"
"Where do you think we will go on our wedding trip?"
"Hmm...I want to go to Milan and Vienna."
"I want to go back to Berlin and London." Anno thought of the two months he spent in London.
Annuo met a wonderful man there.
But that's not important.
"I will talk to Father Anassaro and finalize our wedding." Anno and Harry intertwined their hands, "Let's make our dresses and wedding dresses by ourselves."
Harley's hands were not delicate, and there were some calluses on them, but Annuo felt extremely at ease.
"I will let you wear the most beautiful wedding dress, Harry." Annuo looked at the trees outside the window.
"Yeah." Harley replied simply.
The two looked out the window, leaning their heads together, loving each other simply and peacefully.
"We... will spend our whole life together, Lawrence, you... must not miss my life." Hallie held Annuo's face and looked at this handsome man, her lover.