Irene Morton?

She hasn’t left Eastern City yet?

Feeling the surprise and stiffness of the woman in his arms, he knew she must have been shocked by this news.

"Don’t worry, she..."

Asher Land wanted to comfort her by saying Irene Morton wouldn’t harm her, but he suddenly felt there was no need to say it.

Irene Morton is indeed quite pitiful now, she is overwhelmed and definitely has no energy to do anything hurtful.

The person in his arms stayed silent for a while, Asher Land looked down to make sure she was still listening to him.

"Sophie, are you angry?"

Angry that Irene Morton hasn’t left Eastern City? Or angry that he went to see her?

Sophie Smith didn’t know how to answer. Saying ’not angry’ seemed somewhat untruthful.

She tightened her embrace around his waist, resting her head on his chest.

"Asher Land, thank you for telling me the truth."

At least she doesn’t feel left in the dark; even if Irene Morton hasn’t left Eastern City, even if he went to see her, he was honest with her, and that was still good.

Sophie’s attitude left him a bit uncertain, so he didn’t say more, just closed his eyes wearily.

"Asher Land, I’m willing to face everything with you."

After a long time, Sophie Smith’s gentle voice came through, and Asher Land slowly opened his eyes.

He planted a kiss on her forehead, "I understand."

...

October 6th, four days before their wedding.

On TV, in magazines, across various websites, news about her and Asher Land getting married was everywhere.

One was a not-quite-famous actress from the entertainment industry, the other a legendary figure in the business world; just thinking about it was indeed attention-grabbing, eye-catching.

Actually, Sophie Smith never imagined her wedding would be known nationwide or become a hot topic of discussion.

People were talking about the priceless wedding diamond ring Asher Land gave her, about her unique and stunning wedding dress, and about how she and Asher Land met and got to know each other. Various versions of their story spread; some made it a fairy tale, others made it a movie, but some also said, what fairy tale, what movie, it’s just an actress from the entertainment industry carefully plotting to marry into a wealthy family, using some tricks.

Sophie Smith turned off the TV, tossed her phone aside, and ordered everyone not to leave magazines or newspapers where she could see them.

She didn’t know what was wrong with her, she always felt apprehensive when hearing these things.

Perhaps it’s pre-wedding jitters.

"Miss Smith..." The maid came over with the phone she had tossed aside, "Your phone kept ringing just now, I thought it was urgent, so I answered it for you. It was a call from Miss Eva Miller, she said if you have time, please call her back."

Sophie Smith picked up the phone and, without hesitation, called Eva Miller back.

"Are you very busy?" Eva Miller, her mouth seemingly full, spoke somewhat unclearly.

"Not really..."

"Good then, at 3 PM, let’s go for a spa treatment. In a few days, it’s your wedding with President Land, you mustn’t let your skin get bad; a bride must look beautiful." Eva Miller advised her.