Bryce and Holly got to the parking lot and got into the car. Holly wore her seatbelt before asking curiously, "Why did you go to the museum?"Bryce started the car and said casually, "I went overseas on a business trip. I also bought some cultural relics at an auction. I came to donate said relics to the museum."Holly sat up straight. "I thank you on behalf of the country and the people."Bryce glanced at her expressionlessly. "We've only been apart for a few days, and you're starting to talk to me so formally? "Don't think too highly of me. I'm donating the relics because it's good publicity. Also, there are tax benefits."Holly paused for a moment as she stared at his face. She smiled. "You're acting more like an upright businessman."He smiled. "Are you saying I'm very money-minded?"Holly smiled. "I would never.""Where do you want to eat?""Anywhere is fine."Bryce drove her to a building by the river. The name of the place was written on an ancient plaque—The Pala
Samantha scoffed. "So what if you can keep your composure? Everything is futile because you don't have a powerful father. I'm born into privilege, and that makes me better than you. I won against you since birth!"Holly could only chuckle in exasperation."I used to envy you, but now I see how pitiful you are. Apart from having an influential father, you're worthless."Those words gravely insulted Samantha, who considered herself better than everyone.Samantha, who was already boiling with rage, suddenly blew her top. She then lifted her foot to kick Holly's leg.Holly quickly dodged backward when she heard a rush of footsteps. In the blink of an eye, she was pulled into the embrace of a tall figure.Samantha, whose kick missed Holly, was left dumbfounded as she stared at the man who appeared out of nowhere.Holly caught the familiar refreshing and warm tobacco-laced scent of a man. Looking up, she saw that it was Bryce.Quietly sighing in relief, she clutched her pounding ches
"Samantha!" Abraham shouted, then coldly glanced at Holly before hurrying after Samantha.The yard became tranquil again.Holly reached out and silently embraced Bryce. Her heart was in turmoil, and it felt like something was stuck in her throat.As she buried her face in his chest, she couldn't hold back her tears any longer.At this moment, all she felt was reluctance to leave or divorce him.She held onto his waist tightly, feeling powerless despite the strength of her embrace.Bryce lifted her delicate chin when he felt the moisture on his shirt."Are you crying?" he asked.Holly didn't respond. With her eyes red, she pressed her face against Bryce's face again."Don't cry. Your eyes will get all swollen if you keep crying," Bryce coaxed softly, his voice patient.Holly's throat tightened. "Why do you treat me so well?"Bryce raised an eyebrow slightly, a teasing smile playing on his lips."Just because of this one sentence? How are you so easily satisfied, Holls?"Hol
Holly was moved to tears by Sherry's gesture. Unable to reject the older woman, she sat beside her and began to earnestly select a dress.As she preferred a simple and elegant style, she chose a white gown with a slim fit and a long train. It was made of lightweight fabric as white as clouds.Sherry picked up the mouse and asked, "Are you sure you want this one?""Yes, I'm sure. Thank you, Mom.""Alright, then. I'll have someone come to take your measurements. Once we have them, we'll start the dressmaking process tomorrow. It will take quite some time to make the wedding gown.""Okay," Holly replied.While Sherry made a call and summoned her assistant, Holly glanced around the office, which was also Sherry's specious and bright design studio.There were many beautiful wedding gowns displayed on mannequins along the walls.A woman's love for wedding dresses was innate. Even Holly couldn't help but walk over to them.The impact of seeing the actual dresses was much greater than
After changing, Holly walked out of the fitting room. Maria helped her get her measurements and was thorough with her job. After that, Holly sat on the couch and started scrolling on her phone. While in the fitting room earlier, she'd taken a few pictures of herself in the wedding dress. She wanted to keep the prettiest picture as a remembrance, but she looked beautiful in all of them. She didn't have it in her to delete them. Bryce glanced sideways at her and smiled. "Since you like them all so much, you should just do a bridal photo shoot." Holly looked up at him from her phone, surprised. It was a divorce she was going to get. What was the purpose of getting a bridal photo shoot? Bryce reached out to ruffle her hair. "Go for one if you wish to. Don't overthink things," he said. "It's the weekend tomorrow. I'm free in the afternoon. I'll pick you up after I'm done with work."Sherry approached Holly with a glass of milk and handed it to her. "The studio next to our
Samantha's feet were rooted to the ground. She glowered at Holly for a long time before finally deciding to leave the dressing room. When her makeup was done, Holly went to the waiting area where Bryce was waiting for her. However, when she reached the place, she saw Samantha sitting beside him and clinging to him with a smile. She was talking to him with her voice lowered. It was as if the two of them were really close. Holly couldn't hear what they were talking about since she was quite far from them. Her heart dropped, and she quickened her footsteps as she headed their way. Samantha saw her coming and purposely raised her voice to say, "Bryce, aren't you and Holly getting a divorce soon? Why is she still pestering you for a bridal photo shoot?" "I'm the one who wants it taken," said Bryce indifferently. Samantha almost choked on herself. "But I thought you didn't like taking photos." She'd asked him to take pictures together in the past, but he'd always refused an
Holly looked up at him, her pretty eyes gazing deeply into Bryce's.Bryce was always so full of himself. It wasn't every day she got to hear him say something like that. How could she not fall for him? She liked him so much! If she really had to point out something about him that she disliked, it was his short temper. However, he'd been holding his temper back plenty of times around her since last year. Another thing she didn't like about him was that ex-girlfriend of his. Still, he'd been taking her side lately. Ever since she told him she wasn't happy with Samantha, he'd kept his distance from her. Holly's resolve dwindled. She was about to answer his question with a "yes", but someone knocked on the door. The door opened, and in came a young woman who seemed to be the receptionist. "Ms. Sinclair, someone called you using the landline," she said. Holly had put her phone in the locker in the fitting room downstairs when she changed into the gown. "Sorry," she told
Holly wanted to push the umbrella to Bryce's side again, but he gently grabbed her hand and said, "I'm a man. It doesn't matter if I get caught in the rain. However, you're a young lady. You can't catch a cold."Then, Holly felt like crying. She grabbed Bryce's arm and didn't let go. She held on to Bryce until they arrived at the hospital ward. Later on at night, Holly helped Winona wash up. When she saw Winona's wrinkled skin, she felt terrible. Winston and Winona had taken care of her when she was young, so Holly was closer to Winona than Priscilla. During nighttime, she lay beside Winona and hugged her from behind. Winona used to be strong and tall long ago, but she had turned skinny and weak.After the checkup she did a few days ago, they discovered that her organs were aging. Moreover, her kidney, which was replaced three years ago, was in bad shape. The doctors didn't dare to operate on Winona because the risks were too high. So, her days were numbered. Meanwhil