Emily Linn turned her head: "Aren't you leaving?"
Oliver Bloom: "I'm taking my wife's car."
Elise Don was still lost in her victory, looking at Oliver Bloom with clear, bewildered eyes.
Half a second later, she realized that the "my wife" Oliver referred to was none other than the beautiful, graceful, virtuous, and kind herself?!
Elise Don gave a gentle wife smile: "Miss Linn, take care."
Emily Linn's face appeared unusually pale in the drizzling rain. She pressed her lips together, her gaze tinged with melancholy, glanced at Oliver Bloom, then turned and dashed into the rain.
The driver hurried to follow, but the rain was heavy, and Emily Linn's white dress gradually soaked through with dark stains.
The rain fell harder, and one could hear the rushing sound of water under the eaves.
Elise Don turned her head, adopting a whimsical expression, and asked Oliver Bloom.
"You gave her the umbrella, what about us?"
