Chapter 515 Unforgettable
The group walked in together.
At the entrance to the banquet hall, they registered their gifts.
The Scott family members greeting guests at the door froze when they saw Grant and Marlowe arriving together. They'd heard rumors recently, but seeing them in person was different.
"Darling, is Marlowe pregnant?" Lila's mother, Eve, nudged Elijah beside her and whispered.
Eve stared at Marlowe's protruding belly in shock, asking what was plainly obvious.
Elijah had certainly noticed too. A belly that prominent could only mean pregnancy.
"Does Caspian know about this?" Eve asked again.
Elijah shook his head, indicating he didn't know.
Eve had heard from her daughter that Marlowe was divorcing Grant, so this was confusing.
Eve approached Marlowe, who turned and noticed her with some awkwardness. Marlowe had prepared herself mentally, knowing she would face the Scott family elders today.
"Marlowe, you..." Eve began hesitantly.
According to family protocol, as Grant's older brother's wife, Eve was technically Marlowe's family, since she and Grant weren't yet divorced.
But Marlowe couldn't bring herself to acknowledge this connection. She replied politely, "Yes, I am pregnant, but it has nothing to do with him. Today is Lila's wedding, and I've known her since childhood. I'm here to celebrate her happiness."
The implication was clear: she was attending solely as Lila's friend.
Standing behind Marlowe, Grant felt a sharp discomfort hearing her words, but he couldn't say anything.
Eve glanced at Grant, her expression darkening. Being perceptive, she knew better than to interfere. Besides, Marlowe had made her position clear—evidently Grant hadn't won her back yet.
Still, the baby...
"Since you're expecting, you should go sit down and rest. Don't stand too long and tire yourself. When you have time, say hello to Caspian—he's been thinking about you," Eve said warmly.
"Thank you."
Marlowe then followed Victoria into the banquet hall, deliberately leaving Grant behind.
Caleb, Garrett, Wesley, Donna, and Sarah were already seated. This time, Caleb and Garrett weren't part of the groomsmen, which they found rather relaxing.
They were somewhat surprised to see Marlowe join their table, but seeing Grant trailing behind her, those in the know understood. Clearly, he hadn't managed to reconcile with her yet.
After everyone sat down, there was a conspicuous silence.
"Really? Mr. Grant Scott wants to sit here too?" Marlowe said, irritated that Grant was following her like an unwanted shadow. She had insisted on coming alone, but he had forced his company on her.
There happened to be an empty seat beside Marlowe.
Just as Grant was about to take it, Marlowe quickly placed her canvas tote bag on the chair.
"Sorry, this seat is currently occupied by my bag. Mr. Grant Scott should find his proper place elsewhere," she said, effectively dismissing him.
Caleb and the others, unaware of how Marlowe had changed since her return or Grant's recent struggles with her, exchanged surprised glances.
She seemed like a completely different person. Previously, she had always been gentle and soft-spoken. Now her words were cold and full of disdain for Grant.
Victoria wasn't surprised, having witnessed this before, while Alexander remained focused solely on his wife, uninterested in the drama.
What shocked Caleb and Garrett most was Grant's lack of reaction.
He merely pressed his thin lips together without showing any anger—which was actually the most alarming part.
Just when everyone thought he would walk away, they watched as he picked up the bag occupying the seat and sat down, ignoring their stares.
Grant turned to Marlowe, his deep voice surprisingly gentle, "I'll hold it for you. I'm happy to be of service."
Marlowe frowned in silence.
Everyone else remained quiet, bewildered by this unexpected behavior.
Caleb and Garrett exchanged glances.
They were accustomed to Grant's perpetually gloomy expression. His bizarre behavior now, with that faint smile and gentle tone, felt utterly surreal.
Marlowe, seeing his shamelessness, stopped speaking altogether.
After all, today was Lila's wedding, and she didn't want him to ruin her mood or anyone else's. She decided to simply ignore him.
Caspian soon learned that Marlowe was at the wedding reception.
"Where's Grant?" Caspian asked sharply.
The butler smiled and replied, "Mr. Grant Scott hasn't left Mrs. Scott's side for a moment. I've even seen him pouring water for her."
"Really?" Caspian clearly didn't believe it. It seemed impossible.
And indeed, it was quite the scene.
"To think I'd live to see Grant pouring water and attentively caring for someone—how fortunate I am," Caleb remarked, leaning back in his chair as he watched this unsettling spectacle.
What made it even more remarkable was Marlowe's complete lack of appreciation.
Despite her cold demeanor, he continued to serve her warmly—it was absolutely astonishing!
"Grant, you're annoying, you know that?" Marlowe finally snapped through gritted teeth, keeping her voice low. "I'm a grown adult—I can manage pouring my own glass of water when I need it."
Only those at their table could hear the exchange.
Grant, neither angry nor annoyed, simply replied, "I know. I just want to take care of you."
Caleb, who had just taken a sip of water, choked upon hearing this, drawing everyone's attention.
As he was about to wipe his lips, a delicate hand appeared before him. Donna beside him offered him a tissue.
"Thanks," he said, explaining, "Sorry, my throat's a bit uncomfortable. Went down the wrong way."
Grant shot him a cold glance.
Caleb fell silent, thinking, 'Who told you to say something so completely out of character?'
Just then, the wedding host's voice came over the speakers, and music filled the room. "Distinguished guests, the ceremony is about to begin."
Marlowe was drawn in by the atmosphere.
Every woman dreams of having her own meaningful wedding, and she was no exception. Unfortunately...
Hers had indeed been memorable, but for all the wrong reasons—marked by pain rather than joy.
A dull ache spread through her chest. She had convinced herself the wound had healed, but clearly, the memory still had the power to sting.
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