Laughter erupted again from inside: “Do you think that idiot Evelyn would actually show up in thirty minutes?”
Someone added doubtfully. “It takes an hour to get here from her place!”
They were right; it did take three hours to get from my house to the bar. But there was an idiot named Evelyn, who ran several red lights just to pick you up.
I let out a bitter smile, already imagining tomorrow’s headlines.
#Chasey Heiress Relentlessly Chases Love
#Chasey Heiress Runs Red Lights for Love
“Enough already, it’s annoying!”
Jarvis sounded impatient. I knew that ever since his accident and memory loss, he would turn cold whenever someone mentioned me.
But then he would sweetly comfort the woman beside him, his voice just as gentle as always, “Baby, don’t listen to them. Come on, eat something.”
She, wearing a little white dress, nestled against him, pouting playfully, “I want to have a little drink, too.”
Afraid Jarvis might say no, she blinked her eyes mischievously, “Just a little, okay?”
Everyone around Jarvis started cheering her on, and someone bold already poured Joyce a glass.
“Here, for you, Joyce.”
Jarvis pushed the glass out of her reach, laughing as he warned, “Whoever dares make her drink, I’ll damn well kill them!”
Watching their joyful interaction, my heart ached so much that I was left speechless.
We had never been cut from the same cloth. I was always first, the model child in the eyes of other parents.
They were different, arrogant with their wealth, looking down on everything.
They mocked me as just a bookworm, but secretly feared the power of the Chasey family, only daring to talk behind my back.
It wasn’t until I got together with Jarvis that their voices of dissent began to fade from my world.
Maybe back then, they never truly saw me as the future Mrs. Mason.
But I never cared about such empty titles; I only needed my Jarvis to remember me.
That would be enough.