After Divorce I Married a Tycoon-Chapter 199: Ambiguity in the Air

Roxanne Peyton tilted her head slightly, like a clever little fawn.

She looked up at Silas Rowan, the corners of her mouth curved into a sweet arc.

Even the corners of her eyes crinkled with a soft smile.

She just stared straight at Silas Rowan.

She even blinked her large, sparkling eyes at him.

As the light in her eyes flickered, it was as if fragments of starlight were dancing in their depths.

The distance between them... was shockingly close.

Just by looking down, Silas Rowan could see the fine peach fuzz on her cheeks.

Her gaze was pure yet held a hint of mischief, so bright it reflected the image of a slightly bashful Silas Rowan.

Her forward and intimate demeanor filled the air with an indescribable, flirtatious ambiguity.

Silas Rowan’s breath hitched, and he didn’t realize the tips of his ears were already burning red.

He awkwardly averted his gaze, not daring to look at her again.

Seeing their interaction, Mrs. Rowan, who was standing nearby, immediately covered her mouth to hide a smile she couldn’t suppress.

Silas Rowan caught her smile in his peripheral vision. As he turned away, he immediately put some distance between himself and Roxanne Peyton.

"Let’s talk about it later. We should get going now."

Stella Thorne said, "Let’s go, let’s go! I have a feeling we’re in for a great late-night snack today."

Claire Mercer turned to Mrs. Rowan beside her. "Godmother, why don’t you join us for a late-night snack?"

Mrs. Rowan waved her hand and said:

"An old woman like me shouldn’t crash you young folks’ party. I need to go home and get my beauty sleep."

As she spoke, Mrs. Rowan glanced over at Silas Rowan and Roxanne Peyton again.

Then, she pulled Claire Mercer aside and asked in a low voice:

"Claire, Roxanne doesn’t have a boyfriend, does she?" 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Claire Mercer shook her head. "No."

Mrs. Rowan asked again with a grin, "Well, is there anyone she likes?"

"Someone she likes?" Claire Mercer thought for a moment, then asked, "Do idols count?"

Mrs. Rowan didn’t follow celebrity culture, so she had no idea what an "idol" was.

She asked in confusion, "What’s an idol?"

"A member of a boy band. A celebrity."

"Oh... that doesn’t count."

Claire Mercer said, "Then she probably doesn’t have anyone she likes."

"Why, Godmother? Why do you ask?"

Mrs. Rowan stole another glance at Roxanne Peyton.

Her gaze lingered on Roxanne’s charming profile and the lively sparkle in her eyes before she lowered her voice to ask Claire Mercer, "What do you think about Silas and Roxanne... together?"

As soon as she said it, Claire Mercer’s expression froze for a moment.

She instantly understood what Mrs. Rowan meant.

She never would have imagined that her own dear godmother would actually have designs on Roxanne Peyton.

’Roxanne Peyton is so lively and free-spirited, carefree and straightforward. You can tell at a glance that she’s guileless.’

’And her brother, on the other hand, has always been calm, reserved, and a man of few words.’

’At first glance, the two of them couldn’t be more different.’

Without waiting for a reply, Mrs. Rowan continued with her train of thought, "I find that Roxanne girl very likable. She’s pretty, has a lively personality, is warm toward others... I just have a really good feeling about her."

With that, she let out a soft sigh.

Her gaze drifted to Silas Rowan not far away, her tone filled with anxiety.

"You’re Silas’s sister. You and Adrian are married now, and I can see you two get along wonderfully. Your life is happy and beautiful."

"But your brother... he’s getting on in years, and he still hasn’t even been in a relationship."

’Getting on in years?’

’Isn’t he only twenty-seven?’

’The way my godmother talks, you’d think he was a forty- or fifty-year-old bachelor.’

Claire Mercer stifled a laugh, only to hear Mrs. Rowan sigh heavily again. "It’s not that there’s a lack of suitable women around him. Among the close friends of the Rowan and Sutton families, there are plenty of girls who are a good match for him in every way."

"But he doesn’t seem interested in a single one of them. He’s still single! At this rate, when in the world will I ever get to hold a granddaughter?"

"My two best friends’ sons are getting married soon. They might be holding their grandsons by next year, and there’s still not a peep out of him."

"Tell me, as his mother, how can I not be anxious?"

When she finished, Mrs. Rowan took Claire Mercer’s hand again, her tone pleading. "From now on, whenever you all get together, please help me set those two up."

"You don’t have to be too obvious about it. Just create more opportunities for them to interact, let them get to know each other. Who knows, they might just hit it off, right?"

Claire Mercer lowered her head and thought for a moment.

’Silas Rowan is an upright man, reserved and steady.’

’His family has a strict upbringing, and while he can be a bit cold and aloof, he’s not like those other rich playboys who are always chasing women.’

’His self-discipline is actually quite rare.’

’It’s just that his personality is a little too stuffy, so reserved that it’s impossible to know what he’s really thinking.’

’Roxanne Peyton, on the other hand, is lively and cheerful. She says whatever is on her mind and never hides her emotions.’

’Their personalities are worlds apart, so they don’t seem like a good match.’

’But they could also complement each other perfectly. You can’t have two people who are both stuffy, or two who are both wild, right?’

’Maybe with a little push, the two of them could actually work out.’

’Besides, they’ve gotten quite friendly in private recently. They might actually create some sparks.’

With that thought, Claire Mercer looked up at Mrs. Rowan, a smile in her eyes, and nodded. "Godmother, I understand. When I have the chance, I’ll definitely keep an eye on things for you and help pull some strings for them."

When Mrs. Rowan heard this, a smile immediately bloomed on her face.

She patted Claire Mercer’s hand, laughing with delight.

"With you building a bridge between them, I’m sure this will work out."

It was as if she could already see her own soft, adorable little granddaughter waving at her.

Seeing her godmother’s hopeful smile, Claire Mercer felt a little uneasy.

’If the two of them get together, it would be a happy outcome for everyone, of course.’

’But if Roxanne Peyton and Silas Rowan really don’t have any chemistry, I’m afraid Mrs. Rowan will be terribly disappointed in the end.’

Rather than let her be disappointed later, it was better to temper her expectations now.

"Godmother, when it comes to matters of the heart, it really all comes down to fate, don’t you think?"

"If they’re not meant to be, all my matchmaking will be for nothing. In the end, it all depends on whether they have that special connection."

"I know," Mrs. Rowan said, gripping Claire Mercer’s hand. "But fate can be nudged along, can’t it?"

"Don’t worry. Even if it doesn’t work out between them, your godmother won’t blame you. After all, you can’t force matters of the heart."

Claire Mercer nodded.

Mrs. Rowan glanced at Adrian Sutton, then broke into a smile and couldn’t help but tease, "Alright, you should go. I see that boy Adrian keeps looking over here. He’s probably complaining in his head that I’m taking up too much of your time."

Hearing this, a shy blush spread across Claire Mercer’s face.

"He would never complain about you, Godmother..."

The two of them walked over together.

Afterward, Mrs. Rowan left the stadium in the car Silas Rowan had driven.

Once they decided on a place for a late-night snack, the five of them headed over in one car.

At the mention of getting a late-night snack, Stella Thorne was the most excited of all.

The competition was finally over, and she could at last feast to her heart’s content.

Just as Adrian Sutton got into the driver’s seat, Claire Mercer beat Silas Rowan to it and plopped down in the passenger seat.

Then, with a look of feigned surprise and innocence, she asked Silas Rowan, "Brother, did you want to sit in the front too?"

Before Silas Rowan could answer, Claire Mercer put on her most innocent and pitiful act. "Brother, I’ve been under a lot of stress from the competition lately, and I’ve been getting a bit carsick. I feel much better in the passenger seat. I’ll have to trouble you to squeeze in the back with Roxanne and Stella. You don’t mind, do you?"