NovelStartChapter 164 Whenever someone was in love, they would always think of their significant other first.
Looking at Lucas with a half-smile, Blake gleamed with amusement. "Mr. Grant, I expect to be at your wedding when the tcomes." Lucas' eyes lifted slightly, but he showed no particular reaction.
Beside them, Mason laughed lightly, not letting the conversation fall flat. "Of course!" Evelyn stood up. She could no longer bear to watch this happy, harmonious scene.
Justine followed her.
Evelyn checked the time-it would be another half hour before the dinner wrapped up. She had only that much tto find Fergus.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Justy, I'll check the guest list," Evelyn suggested. "Can you check the other side?" "Sure." Justine nodded in agreement.
Evelyn approached the organizers, asking whether they could reveal whether a guest named Fergus was attending tonight.
However, they politely refused, explaining that the guest list was confidential.
Evelyn understood their position.
It was simple, really. The Clark family had hosted tonight's event, and Blake, Jessica's future husband, held significant sway. It would probably be much easier if she could get the guest list from him.
She hesitated for a moment. Thinking of Leonard's critical condition, she ultimately returned to the main venue. She texted Blake, asking, "Can you cto the side room for a moment?" He didn't reply, so Evelyn went over to wait by herself.
She rubbed her aching temples. After receiving radiation therapy today, she had thrown up twice. Her immune system was lowered, and she was starting to catch a cold.
She didn't have to wait long before Blake finally arrived.
He stood there casually with one hand in his pocket and a cigarette dangling from his lips. His gaze wasn't restrained. In fact, it roamed over her with a deliberate, almost aggressive intensity.
Normally, Evelyn's thick coat would hide her figure, but tonight, she wore a pearl white satin gown.
Her shoulders and neck were bare, the smooth lines of her body evident. Her chest was full and shapely, with just the right amount of allure. The way her body moved accentuated her femininity.
She had definitely becmore feminine in the past few years.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmUnconsciously, Blake's breath caught, his heart skipping a beat.
He knew the reason. It was because, over the years, she'd been loved and cherished like never before.
His lips tightened as an icy chill ran through his veins. He quickly forced the feeling down.
Evelyn didn't sense his thoughts, but although he was smiling, she could feel his mood wasn't as light as his expression.
She pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders before speaking. "Can you givethe guest list for tonight's dinner? I need to find someone." Blake exhaled a puff of smoke. "Is that all you want to talk about?" Evelyn frowned. "What else?"
"Shouldn't it be about my engagement?" He stepped closer to her, bending down slightly to meet her eyes. "Don't you want to stopfrom going through with it?" Or perhaps to hold him back? Evelyn was momentarily stunned. Then, he quickly furrowed her brows. "That's not what I'm thinking. I just want the list." Blake chuckled, but there was a cold edge to his gaze. "Evie, whether it's the list or the engagement, don't makefeel torn."
She suddenly felt a tightness in her of chest. It was clear that he had m alreadymade up his mind, and he didn't believe her explanation. Taking a step back, she surrendered, "If you can't, then forget it." She turned to leave, but at that moment, she saw Lucas standing not far away, speaking on the phone.
His eyes casually flicked over to her for a moment, and behind a brief m exchange, he hung up the call and started heading back toward the hall.
Blake tilted his head and smiled. "Mr. Grant, your wife can be quite difficult. Care to talk to her?"
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