Tomorrow was the wedding day of Alexander and her aunt. Elara had prepared a hearty breakfast. Just as she was about to call her aunt down to eat, Alexander arrived, followed closely by Wilson, whose joy could not be concealed. What kind of pair was this? She studied the two of them. Dew clung to their hair, showing they had been out all night. From Wilson's exuberant expression, it was clear they had achieved a great deal. "Where is your aunt?" Alexander walked past Elara, checked the kitchen and found no one. He turned back and asked, "Is she still cultivating?" Elara nodded. "Yes." Seeing him heading for the stairs, she recalled her speculation from the previous night and called out to him, "Wait a moment. I have something to ask you." Alexander stopped short. Thinking Elara was goi

