"Let’s fill our bellies before we go."
Gerald forced his way through the roaring pack crowd. He longed to walk at Elena’s side, but his gaze locked on another male guiding her away. His forehead tightened, a quiet snarl slipping out, “Who is he?”
As the circle broke, Dolphus’s level gaze fell on Elena, with radiating control.
"I can only ask you to assist me," his tone was calm, "because we need to prepare for our wedding registration tomorrow. We must leave early in the morning together."
His words left no opening for refusal. Elena gave a small nod.
Arwen, attuned to the tension, volunteered to gather Elena’s items from the hotel. Swiftly, she hailed a taxi and she left.
The hotel where Dolphus stayed wasn’t far from the restaurant. Stepping out, Elena raised her face, the cold sno
