"There won't be any 'perhaps' anymore..."
As she said this, Alice Robinson saw Chester Robinson.
He had just stepped out of the car, hand in hand with the elegant lady inside.
The woman stood beside him like a petite bird, affectionately holding onto him.
Rebecca Quentin followed Alice's gaze and also focused on the graceful woman beside Chester.
Chester had good taste; that woman looked gentle and virtuous, beautiful and poised. Standing next to Chester, they seemed perfectly in sync.
Alice recognized that woman; she was the one who had a lively conversation with Chester at the banquet, and later Chester personally drove her home.
As Alice was about to withdraw her gaze, she inadvertently made eye contact with Chester...
His gaze was not intentionally cold, yet it didn't hold much emotion either.
Alice had already looked away, saying, "I'll go ask the minister roughly when the wedding ceremony will take place so Mr. Jones can get ready..."
