Playtime's Over, CEO: She's Really Done With You-Chapter 475: Look, This Is My New Boyfriend

"Old man, our eldest son is getting married tomorrow." Clara Huxley said to the photo, "He’s finally going to marry the woman he loves."

Sheila Jenkins heard Clara’s soft murmur and looked at Evan Sheridan’s photo.

In the photo, Evan Sheridan remained forever young, unable to be called an old man.

Serena Sterling was also staring at Evan’s photo.

Dad, tomorrow I’m going to marry Silas Hawthorne.

She said in her heart.

I’m leaving Julian Lawson to marry Silas Hawthorne.

The mother and daughter were silent, while Clara wiped the corner of her eye and motioned to someone nearby.

Clara said, "Old man, look, this is my new boyfriend! Do you think he’s handsome?"

"Mom!" Silas Hawthorne sighed helplessly.

The man walked over, feeling a bit awkward as he looked at Serena and Silas.

"Mr. Hawthorne..." The man glanced at Clara, then at Silas, unsure what to say.

Fortunately, Silas was used to this and calmly nodded, saying, "Yes, we all speak for ourselves."

Serena felt a twinge of toothache.

However...

Serena glanced at Sheila Jenkins beside her.

She also hoped Sheila could be like this.

After all, Evan had been dead for many years, and it would be nice if Sheila found someone else she liked.

A figure from long ago suddenly appeared in Serena’s mind.

The man who used to beat her day and night, covet her, and secretly photograph her.

William Wyatt.

Serena looked at Sheila Jenkins.

Anyone else was fine, but not William Wyatt.

Strangely, Sheila also glanced at Serena.

This time, Serena was the first to look away.

She raised her eyes to Evan’s photo without speaking.

Clara was still calling her new boyfriend over.

A low voice came from beside her.

"I haven’t visited him in prison for a long time." It was Sheila Jenkins.

Serena knew Sheila was talking about William Wyatt.

"Hmm," Serena replied softly.

Watching Clara laughing and chatting merrily, Serena quietly called Sheila: "Mom..."

Before Sheila could react, Serena continued, "If you like, you can be like Mrs. Huxley. I think, if you’re happy, Dad will be pleased too."

Serena looked at Evan’s photo, softly saying to Sheila, "Before, I just... didn’t like him."

Serena didn’t look at Sheila, but she could feel Sheila looking at her.

They both knew she meant William Wyatt.

"I know I shouldn’t stop you from liking anyone," Serena said softly, "but he isn’t right."

Those filthy, gutter-buried past events made her sick.

Serena felt Sheila’s gaze shift away.

She slightly lowered her eyes.

...

The rehearsal here quickly ended.

After changing clothes, Serena returned to the car.

She sat quietly in the back seat, thinking about many things.

Suddenly, she wanted to see William Wyatt.

Ever since they last met in court many years ago, she hadn’t seen him again.

With that in mind, Serena messaged Silas Hawthorne to handle some other matters and let them know she’d be back later.

"To Aeston Penitentiary," Serena told the driver.

The car sped down the road, getting closer to the penitentiary.

Raine had already helped schedule the meeting in advance, so Serena smoothly met with William Wyatt.

William was surprised to see Serena, but then instinctively, his gaze drifted to her chest.

Serena tightened her coat, slightly shifting her body to avoid his gaze.

Just like many years ago.

"Why did you suddenly want to see me?" William asked.

Serena slightly lowered her eyes; she didn’t look at William as she said, "I’m getting married."

"To whom?" William’s voice came.

"Silas Hawthorne," Serena replied.

"Oh," William answered, not surprised at all.

Serena briefly glanced at William.

"I thought you’d assume my fiancé was Julian Lawson," Serena said.

"I know you divorced him," William said.

Serena furrowed her brow slightly.

"He occasionally comes here to see me," William laughed, "Wouldn’t have thought it, right? He put me here, but he’s the one who visits the most."

Serena nodded, indicating she understood.

And then, she fell silent.

"So you just came to tell me you’re getting married?" William asked.

"No," Serena said.

Even she didn’t know why she came here.

Just when she was talking to Sheila, she suddenly remembered the past.

So she wanted to come take a look.

Many years had passed, and William was still as hateful as ever.

"If you’re done, go back, bride," William said, "I don’t want to see you."

Serena didn’t speak; she got up, turned, and walked out.

William was shouting random things behind her, but Serena ignored him, leaving the place.

Back in the car, Serena remained silent.

"Let’s go back." After some time, she told the driver.

She had to return to prepare for her marriage.

The villa was lively at night.

Serena dined with everyone, and the atmosphere was joyous, filled with laughter and cheer.

Silas sat beside her, peeling shrimp for her, while Serena performed by stuffing five big shrimps into her mouth, puffing her cheeks.

Seraphina glanced from one person to another.

Sweetly laughing.

Things were joyful on this end, but not on the other.

Moonlight Manor.

It was very quiet here.

Julian Lawson drove all the way in, crossing the still lake to the main house where the elders lived.

A car was already parked outside; Isla Lawson had arrived in advance.

Julian parked his car and strode inside.

The voices of Isla and the elders talking could be heard from within, far enough that Julian couldn’t hear clearly.

Only when he reached the dining area did he hear their conversation clearly.

"...Grandpa, Grandma, I sneaked a peek, Serena’s wedding dress is really beautiful. Just don’t let my brother know, or he’ll go crazy."

"Yes, we called him back for dinner just to prevent him from going crazy."

Then they noticed Julian Lawson.

"Julian?"

"Brother..." Isla felt a little guilty, unsure if Julian had overheard what she said.

"Hmm."

But Julian said nothing, walked over, and sat down to eat quietly.

Isla and the elders exchanged glances.

Then the elderly woman spoke, "Julian, stay at the old mansion tonight."

Julian nodded.

"Alright," he said.

The others at the table sighed in relief.

"Come, eat more." Caleb Lawson beckoned, inviting everyone to join.

Isla continued speaking, trying to liven up the atmosphere, appearing quite cozy.

But throughout, Julian didn’t say another word.