“Why are you sitting here eating cake all by yourself?” Steven asked as he entered the hall. After exchanging a few words with a friend, his eyes immediately found Yvonne tucked away in a corner.
She was wearing a simple white dress, sitting quietly by herself, looking so pure and docile it made one want to take her home.
Yvonne had just finished the last bite of her cake when she looked up and saw Steven standing over her.
“Did you come alone?” he asked again.
“With a friend,” Yvonne replied, placing her empty plate aside and dabbing her lips with a napkin.
“Everyone invited tonight is a major figure in Istra. Don’t tell me you came with Mr. Thompson? Did he just leave you here all alone?” Steven pressed on.
Yvonne remained seated and didn’t bother to explain.
“You’ve been by Bennett’s side for so long, and he still hasn’t given you any official status? Yvonne, you’re a smart woman. You should know when to cut your losses. The decision for the James and Hughes families to unite through marriage still stands. You should seriously reconsider. After all, a woman’s youth is fleeting. You don’t want to regret this later.”
Yvonne patiently listened until he finished. Seeing no point in arguing with him, she simply replied, “I never regret my decisions.”
Delayed by traffic, the James family arrived late.
As they entered, the first thing they saw was Steven standing with Yvonne.
“Tsk, a vixen incarnate. All she knows is how to seduce men,” Marcia sneered, turning to Teresa, who was trailing behind. “You certainly raised a fine daughter. With her skills, she could have any man she wants. You won’t have to worry about your future.”


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