Chapter 524 Wedding Banquet
Matthew was caught off guard by Sherry's unexpected strength as she shoved him away. He let out a bitter laugh, "Do you really hate me that much?"
Sherry glared at him, "You hated me first."
Matthew nodded with a forced smile, "Yeah, yeah, it's all my fault. Can you forgive me now?"
Sherry looked down, "I'll think about it."
Matthew grew anxious, "What's there to think about?"
Sherry raised her head, "Elizabeth isn't home, so I should stay. Nolan and Pearl need company. And Francis is so young."
Matthew spoke softly, "My parents want you to move into my apartment. They really like you. Compared to you, I don't even seem like their real son."
Sherry's expression turned cold, "You came here because of your parents?"
Matthew scratched his head, "That's part of it. Sherry, where are you going? We haven't finished talking."
Ignoring his calls, Sherry bypassed the living room, went straight up the back stairs, and headed to her room.
Matthew followed her to her door.
Sherry had already closed it.
Matthew spoke softly from outside, "Sherry, I know you can hear me. What I'm about to say might be hard to hear, but I have to say it. Jesse, your dad, his execution is coming up, right? When that happens..."
He was leaning against the door, continuing to speak, when Sherry suddenly opened it. Unprepared, he stumbled and fell towards her.
Sherry quickly stepped aside, and Matthew ended up awkwardly sprawled at her feet.
Matthew got up, brushing off his clothes, "Sherry, could you give me a heads-up before you open the door?"
Sherry walked towards the couch.
"You had something unpleasant to say? Go ahead."
Matthew realized, "Right, so—"
He looked up at Sherry's cold face and felt increasingly uncomfortable.
"Sherry, you know I'm telling the truth. Your dad's execution is inevitable. When that happens, you won't be able to stay with the kids, right? You'll be upset, you'll cry. They'll ask you why, won't they?"
He watched Sherry's face carefully.
He swallowed hard, "Sherry? What do you think..."
Sherry's eyes were icy, "Fine. I'll move into your apartment. You've got what you wanted. You can leave now."
She stood up, opened the door, her attitude distant, "Mr. Anderson, I won't see you out."
Matthew hesitated at the door, "So, when you're packed, call me, and I'll come get you? Or should I wait while you pack now?"
"No need for the trouble. I'll take a cab."
With that, Sherry pushed Matthew out and shut the door.
On the high seas, aboard Gerald's private yacht.
The ballroom was filled with laughter and elegant attire.
Michael and Cordelia's wedding reception was being held here.
Elizabeth wore a stunning red backless V-neck dress, her wavy hair cascading over her shoulders. She walked in, arm in arm with her bodyguard, her high heels clicking on the floor.
The bodyguard whispered in her ear, "Ms. Jones, are you sure we won't get kicked out for just walking in like this?"
Elizabeth pushed his face away with a finger, "As long as you don't lose your nerve. With so many people, no one will notice us."
The bodyguard straightened up, "I'm not nervous. My only job is to keep you safe."
Elizabeth nodded, "Good, that's the right attitude."
A commotion arose in the crowd. Everyone turned to look in one direction.
Elizabeth and the bodyguard followed their gaze.
The moment she saw them, Elizabeth felt her blood run cold.
Michael, in a black suit, stood tall and handsome. Beside him, a petite woman clung to his arm, smiling sweetly.
The woman, in a pure white floor-length wedding gown, was a painful sight for Elizabeth.
Elizabeth stared at Michael's face. It had been so long since they'd seen each other, it felt like a century had passed.
The bodyguard gently nudged her arm, "Ms. Jones, you're crying."
Elizabeth blinked, dabbed at her tears with a tissue, and took a deep breath. She walked to the bar, grabbed a glass of champagne, and downed it in one gulp.
The bodyguard grabbed her arm, "Ms. Jones, don't do anything rash! If you get drunk, we won't accomplish anything today."
Elizabeth leaned on the bar, trying to steady her breathing, "Don't worry, I know."
The bodyguard leaned in, "Ms. Jones, Mr. Thomas' new wife is quite pretty too! Not much less than you. And the way Mr. Thomas looks at her, it seems full of affection! Has he forgotten about you? Isn't this bigamy?"
Elizabeth glared at him, "Which eye saw him looking at her affectionately? Gouge it out! You don't need it!"
The bodyguard quickly backtracked, "Ms. Jones, I still think you're more beautiful. You're bold and elegant! Michael must be blind!"
Elizabeth glared at him again.
The bodyguard wisely shut up.
Fine, he couldn't compliment or criticize. Maybe staying silent was best.
Elizabeth turned and walked towards a less crowded area.
The bodyguard followed closely, "Ms. Jones, how come we didn't hear about Mr. Thomas' wedding? As a member of the Murphy family, it should have been a big event. Why was there no news?"
Elizabeth's tone was somber, "Because they registered their marriage without a ceremony."
The bodyguard understood, "I see."
Michael and his new wife Cordelia began toasting guests in the ballroom.
Elizabeth stood in a dark, inconspicuous corner, frowning slightly.
Michael had recently been in a car accident; he shouldn't be drinking.
As if to confirm her thoughts, Cordelia took the champagne from Michael and handed him a glass of orange juice, "Michael, you're still injured. You shouldn't drink. Have some juice instead."
Elizabeth hadn't expected his new wife to be so considerate.
She slowly moved into the crowd, looking for an opportunity.
Cordelia seemed to be surrounded by a group of women.
"Cordelia, it's been so long! You look so beautiful."
"Where's your husband from? He's so handsome! Like a movie star! And he looks so cool!"
"He's not just cool and handsome, but also gentle! Look at how he helps Cordelia walk, afraid she'll fall."
Cordelia basked in the compliments, smiling and raising her glass frequently.
Elizabeth stood behind the tall man in the black suit and asked softly, "Michael, is your new wife prettier, or am I?"
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