“Still at her parents‘ house? Hasn’t even stepped outside once?” He frowned, “Alright, I understand.”
After hanging up, his heart stirred slightly, thinking he’d visit the Wen family after the banquet ended.
Returning to the hall, Moira held an auction catalog, excitedly approaching him:
“Rowan, this set of pink diamond earrings looks so beautiful–donated by Mrs. Margaret. And this ring is so exquisite too…”
His gaze casually swept over, but suddenly stopped on a particular page.
Those pink diamond earrings and necklace–he wouldn’t mistake them.
That was from last year’s wedding anniversary, custom–ordered from Italy as a gift for Elara. When she put them on, she smiled like a child, saying she’d save them as a gift for their future daughter.
How could they appear under Mrs. Margaret’s name?
His brow furrowed tightly, intuition telling him–something was wrong.
At that moment, a commotion arose from the banquet hall entrance.
“She came?”
“Elara… how dare she come?”
Elara’s POV:
I walked slowly into the banquet hall, and all eyes immediately focused on me.
I wore a black dress with gold embroidery, hair flowing loosely, steps steady, yet each step seemed to strike their nerves.
Some were surprised, some gloated, some frowned in confusion.
Moira’s face immediately changed color, looking at me as if she’d seen a ghost.
Mrs. Mercer instinctively wanted to come down from the stage.
And Rowan, standing there, his expression suddenly darkened several shades, seeming about to step toward me.
I saw him, and also saw Moira tightly gripping his arm.
“Alpha Rowan, we’re about to get engaged, yet she still won’t give up, pestering you like this?” Moira raised her voice with deliberate crying tones, drawing more whispers from the surroundings.
I walked past the refreshment area, casually taking a glass of red wine, lightly sipping it, a sardonic smile playing at my lips.
She was acting quite well.
“What exactly do you want!” Mrs. Mercer blocked my path, lowering her voice, “Stop making a scene and leave now!”
Rowan also approached, his handsome face dark, voice extremely low: “Don’t embarrass yourself publicly. I’ll explain everything slowly when we get home…”
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