TB

CHAPTER 104

The white organza fabric that covered the roof of the pergola fluttered in the sky. The reception area set up in the middle of an open garden was so heated that even the cool night breeze could not cool it down.

Only the head table set in front of the reception area gave off a chill.

As the family elders left, the three young men and women remaining at the table no longer hid their emotions. Leon looked at the faces of his brother and fiance, who were sitting diagonally across from each other at the round table.

Both of them looked like they had come to a funeral, not an engagement party.

His face wouldn’t be much different, either.

Fiancé?

Leon, who was washing away his bitter mouth with champagne, hardened his face again. He felt uncomfortable saying that she was his fiancé. However, when he finally remembered another face, he could only think that he was crazy.

Marriage was just a business to make money.

Looking at it that way, marrying that damn mean, bad-tempered woman was an act of charity. He would have to give up everything he has.

‘… You’re crazy.’

He wanted to put a bullet in his head for occasionally imagining a lost marriage with a woman he knew well but didn’t even want him.

Leon watched with sad eyes the people dancing to the music on the floor. It was because of Mrs. Winston’s old-fashioned tastes that people dressed in jazz outfits were dancing the waltz.

Under the beams covered with yellow light bulbs and green vines, people with glasses of champagne in their hands gathered in small groups and chatted noisily. As a young woman in a dull officer’s uniform began to approach, making her way through the crowd of people wearing luxurious suits and dresses, he glared.

She was one of the personnel responsible for monitoring the torture chamber tonight. The officer reported the woman’s movements in a whisper.

“She’s been lying down for an hour.”

“The meal.”

The officer looked at him impatiently and shook her head.

Leon sighed briefly and sent his subordinate away.

He feared that the woman might act unexpectedly, so tonight, he opened the door to the torture room and had her watch the woman’s every move. The engagement ceremony was a little less boring because his subordinate had to watch and post every hour, though at the same time, the urge to get up and go was strong.

If it hadn’t been for this d*mn clown show in the first place, none of this would have happened today.

Leon eventually couldn’t resist the urge and stood up.

He passed between the tables and glanced at the commander sitting not far away. He was drinking alcohol all evening with a dark look on his face. He hoped that he was regretting his foolish mistake of carelessly opening Pandora’s box.

Nevertheless, he was also in a position where he had to regret his stupid mistake.

He planned to present the evidence step by step. In the meantime, the woman was alone in her small head, allowing her imagination to expand with this matter so that there were cracks in her hard eggshell.

The truth had no choice but to seep in more easily.

He tried to save the cards that he had spent in vain, but the moment he smelled blood, he lost his temper and spewed out the truth.