I made an excuse to wash up and retreated to the bathroom to check my phone.
Sure enough, there was news.
The headline read: [Century Wedding: The director of Primewave Group marries the second daughter of Brooks Jewels.]
Flipping through the photos of extravagant gifts, grand banquets, and exquisite meals, I suddenly realized Jameson's comeback was far easier than I'd imagined.
I opened the door and walked out.
Jameson was dressed in a simple white trench coat and had prepared lunch. "Let's eat."
I noticed that this seemingly unremarkable trench coat was also from a prestigious brand.
Jameson never bothered to hide his wealth from me. I had just been blind for too long.
I sat down, staring at the food, but didn't dare to ask too many questions. It felt like saying anything might shatter the peaceful moment.
After a long hesitation, I finally asked, "Jameson, are we getting married?"
There was a brief silence.
Jameson remained calm and said slowly, "A certificate doesn't mean much. Even if we don't get married, we'll still be together."
Jameson didn't stay long. A phone call hurriedly called him away.