Chapter 15 A Rich Young Lady
The setting sun casts a dazzling golden light through the clouds.
Edward sat wearily in the backseat as the luxury car headed towards Riverside Villa.
"Mr. Wellington, I've taken care of those bloggers who spread Mrs. Wellington's scandals. I've even deactivated their accounts and sent them legal letters. They're likely to be in big trouble."
"It's just that we can't seem to suppress the trending news about the engagement. It's... not going well." Bart felt the difficulty.
Edward gazed out the window, his eyes deep and gloomy.
Throughout the journey, he had the urge to contact Lily many times, but he remembered their last conversation, which ended badly. Now, he could only speak to her through Landon, which made him somewhat embarrassed.
Edward thought, 'Even if I call her and she answers, what should I say? Should I apologize for what happened today?'
He couldn't bring himself to say it, but his heart felt heavy like a boulder, making it hard for him to breathe.
As the Rolls-Royce was about to arrive near Riverside Villa, Edward suddenly noticed something.
"Stop the car."
The driver braked and parked by the roadside.
Bart hadn't even asked the question yet, and Edward had already opened the car door and stepped out.
He crossed the road and walked straight toward a vintage tailor shop.
Impeccably tailored suits were hanging in the transparent display window. The sign above his head said Amour Tailoring.
Edward suddenly remembered that the two words were written on the suit box Lily had given him.
He pushed open the door to the hidden shop. The wind chimes tinkled as an old tailor named Yohan Lewis emerged.
"Sir, are you here to pick up clothes or have clothes made?"
Edward hesitated for a moment. It took him a while before he asked, "Around a month ago, was there a young woman in her twenties who had a men's suit made here?"
"Oh yes! Yes, there was such a girl! Oh, she was very skillful. I was deeply impressed!"
Yohan thought of Lily and became somewhat excited. "She has a talent for design. I've been in this business for forty years, and honestly, I can't compare to her!"
"During that time, did she come here every day to have clothes made?" Edward asked sadly, in a low voice.
"Yes, she would come on time every morning and work until we closed in the evening. Several times, I saw her so exhausted that she would rest her head on the table. She wouldn't even have time to drink water all day; it was pitiful."
Yohan recalled, "I asked her if it was for her father or boyfriend, and she blushed and said it was for her husband. Oh my, I didn't expect her to get married at such a young age. I don't know which man is so lucky!"
Husband.
That word was like a thorn on a rose stem, silently pricking Edward's trembling heart.
"She mentioned her husband more often, very happily. She must love her husband very much. Otherwise, why would she be so dedicated to making clothes herself?"
"Every stitch is filled with affection. Oh, right, who are you? How do you know about this?"
Edward swallowed and inexplicably said, "I am her husband."
Yohan was stunned and carefully appraised Edward. "You are both exceptional. Truly a perfect match!"
Edward walked out of the tailor shop, the sunset's glow washing over his face, feeling as if everything was a dream.
This was a dream left to him by Lily.
He thought, 'Could that woman have genuinely loved me?
But are there really people in this world who are so rational that they seem like split personalities? When she was with me, she loved me with all her heart and soul. And when she left me, she could quickly throw herself into another man's embrace.'
Edward felt an emptiness in his heart, a feeling he had never experienced before.
"Mr. Wellington! Why are you browsing a tailor shop? You usually wear top designer brands. When did you change your taste?" Bart, the fool, couldn't understand the situation at all.
"No, we should go back."
Suddenly, Edward's phone vibrated.
Edward had almost been driven to PTSD by his phone today. He furrowed his brow and took it out, finally heaving a sigh of relief.
It was his best friend, the young master of the Clark family, Eric Clark.
"What's up?"
"Come out tonight. Let me celebrate for you." Eric felt joyful and said somewhat jokingly.
"Celebrate what?"
"That's up to you. It can be celebrating your wedding or celebrating your divorce."
"Get lost."
Eric laughed loudly. "Haha! I'm just kidding. My new club is opening today. Just come and show your support, alright? It's been so long since you've reached out to me. Has our friendship faded? Do you not love me anymore?"
Edward hesitated for a moment and took a breath.
"See you tonight."
That evening, Evelyn personally cooked a lavish dinner for Simon.
"Evelyn, you're allergic to smoke. Although the oil smoke in this kitchen isn't severe, you should still try to avoid it." Simon looked at the many delicious dishes on the table and expressed concern for Evelyn's health.
"It's fine. I'm used to it already..."
Only then did Evelyn realize she had let something slip. She didn't intend to, but she was too relaxed with her brothers to have reservations.
"Damn it! You haven't been cooking for that scumbag Edward every day for the past three years, right? I should slap him!" Simon was so angry that he almost flipped the table.
"It's nothing. It's only natural for a wife to cook for her husband, but it doesn't matter anymore. I'll never do that again."
Evelyn laughed heartily a few times, but her laughter couldn't hide the loss and sadness in her eyes.
Simon, who always loved to joke around, suddenly became serious. He approached her, opened his arms, and embraced her, like a clamshell protecting a pearl.
"Those three years were wasted. From now on, let your brothers spoil you with all their might, my princess!"
At exactly 9 p.m., the newly opened Alahle Club of the Clark family attracted many socialites and wealthy youths. After all, everyone wanted to come and support Eric, the King of Mugden.
The sound of engines roared. The limited-edition Bugatti's appearance made all the women envious and all the men jealous.
Simon, sitting in the passenger seat, was the first to get out. Tonight, he was dressed in casual attire, completely changing his usual stern and meticulous image as a prosecutor. He looked funny, handsome, and noble.
At this moment, the door on the driver's side opened.
Evelyn placed her hand on Simon's palm and stepped out of the car with her fair, long legs. Tonight, she was wearing a tight and sexy silver halter miniskirt, resembling a romantic silver galaxy under the enchanting lights. Her hair was curled into large waves, and a pair of unique diamond fringe earrings accentuated her beautiful and eye-catching face.
All the handsome guys outside couldn't help but stare, captivated by her.
Simon was so scared that he hurriedly hugged Evelyn. "Oh my god! Are you dressed too sexy tonight?"
"What? Am I not beautiful?" Evelyn seductively raised her eyebrows.
"Beautiful! You are very beautiful! I'm just afraid that these green-eyed wolves will pounce on you!"
"Who dares to pounce on me? Believe it or not, I will pull out their teeth one by one," Evelyn smirked.
The bar was magnificent and lively, causing adrenaline to surge.
Simon didn't dare to let Evelyn sit at the bar, so he got a booth and ordered many fine wines to create a scary atmosphere.
"Alas, there are so many handsome guys here. I regret coming here with you, Simon," Evelyn shook her glass and pouted in frustration. "I just got divorced, and now is the time when I need fresh excitement and comfort. You are by my side. Aren't you blocking men from approaching me?"
"Damn it! You are picking up men in a bar, which is like picking up a horny male dog in a kennel! Evelyn, you may have gotten divorced, but that doesn't mean you have become bad. Can you please not come to this place and disgust yourself by choosing men?"
Simon sat closely beside her. Nonetheless, he couldn't stop the greedy gazes that were floating towards Evelyn.
At this moment, Eric and Edward, two handsome guys, walked into the luxurious booth on the second floor, which was relatively quiet.
Tonight, Edward was still wearing an immaculate suit. Eric glanced at him and shook his head with a sigh, "Did you weld this suit onto yourself? I know you're here to have fun, but some people might think you're here for an acquisition negotiation."
"Now, almost the entire Mugden bar is going downhill, losing money every year. This place is not worth my investment," Edward elegantly sat down.
"Others are losing money, so you think I am too?"
"Aren't you losing money?"
"I am losing, but I am not afraid. I only have money left!"
Eric laughed heartily. He pinched the rim of the glass, picked up the whiskey, and gazed downstairs, where the crowd was bustling.
Suddenly, he stared at a woman and exclaimed, "She's so pretty! She's dressed like the queen of the bar. Based on her gestures and movements, she must be a rich girl!"
Edward had never been interested in women. He wasn't originally interested, but Eric insisted on forcing him to look.
Edward took a look and was shocked, his eyes widening with anger!
Edward thought, 'It's Lily! It's Lily!
Who is the man beside her?
Landon?'
