Chapter 189: Not a dinner table topic
Andrew turned his attention towards Rose’ eye-catching partner and found that the...man? Was looking at them.
If he was honest, he never expected Rose to end up with a man. It wasn’t a discredit to the man she had married, but she had dated women, omega, beta, alpha, all through his childhood. He had expected that the person sitting in the chair with their back to him with short fuchsia hair would have been a woman.
He did not expect it to be a tired looking man with soulful dark blue eyes, soft, plump lips, and a thin frame. The man screamed omega, and Rose seemed to be incredibly proud.
"This is Jordan, Andy, or as Mom calls him, Jordie. He is my better half. Forgive his tired appearance, he just finished a rather elaborate piece for some rich idiot." Rose bragged, her chest puffing up as she spoke about her pair.
Andrew huffed, not one to be outdone by her.
"He sounds rather accomplished, Rosie. I’m proud of him for you. Have you met my better half, Mr. Maxwell Beckett? Or, as your Mom calls him, Maxy? He owns his own company, is the CEO, oh, and your brother works for him. He is changing the world for everyone with a secondary sex." Andrew bragged, his own chest puffing. The two men who were being bragged about shared a look.
Maxwell was biting his lip, trying not to laugh, while Jordan just seemed used to it.
"Good evening, Mr. Beckett." Jordan offered his hand, and Maxwell took it. They ignored their better halves to speak to each other.
"Good evening, Jordan. You can just call me Maxwell or Max, whatever you feel more comfortable with. Was the rich idiot you were finishing a piece for Mr. Wang, perhaps?" He asked and Jordan’s eyes lit up.
"Yes, it was. How did you know?" He asked and Maxwell smiled.
"Well, I’m not such a fool that I wouldn’t research who I was visiting if I had the capacity to do so. That being said, your name has circulated a few times from my board of Directors to add to our building." Jordan’s expression brightened, the tiredness leaving his face.