Chapter 1595:
The moment Elena read the message, she took Wesley to the airport to pick Laurence up. After so long apart, Laurence was finally free from his covert assignments. It had been ages since they’d seen each other.
The second Elena spotted him, she couldn’t hold back. She rushed forward and threw her arms around him.
“Laurence! You finally showed up! You vanished without a word—I thought something terrible had happened to you!”
Laurence laughed and patted her back fondly.
“It all came out of nowhere. I didn’t even have time to leave a note before they shipped me off again. Then the missions kept piling up, and I couldn’t reach anyone. The moment I got reconnected and saw your wedding news, I ran here without even stopping for water.”
But the instant the word “wedding” hung in the air, Laurence’s expression turned serious. He studied Elena closely.
“All right, then—tell me the truth. Who’s the man you’re about to tie the knot with?”
He knew Elena too well. She’d never been the type to lose her head over love. He’d only been gone for a short time, and now she was getting married? It felt suspicious.
Wesley, who had been standing quietly behind her, stepped forward. Calm and confident, he extended his hand.
“Mr. Rayne, I’m Wesley Spencer—Elena’s fiancé.”
He had been her boyfriend, now her fiancé, and soon enough—her husband. Claiming that title came naturally to him.
Laurence’s brows lifted. His gaze swept over Wesley from head to toe.
“Hmm… You look familiar. Have we crossed paths before?” That face tugged at an old memory.
Wesley calmly mentioned Gerald’s name.
In an instant, Laurence’s expression twisted. So that was it. He’d wondered what kind of man had managed to win Elena over—turns out it was Gerald’s grandson.
𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭: ⲅ𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫽𝖼𝗈𝗺
Laurence gave a sharp snort.
“Ah. Gerald’s grandson. No wonder I don’t like the look of you. Tell me, is that crafty old man still walking on his own, or has he finally needed someone to push his wheelchair? After years of idleness, I bet he’s as rusty as his jokes.”
Elena had always worried Laurence and Gerald didn’t get along. But the awkward twist in Laurence’s words—thinly veiled concern buried under mockery—made her laugh despite herself.
Wesley caught it too and offered a polite smile.
“My grandfather is doing quite well. You really don’t need to worry.”
With his concern exposed, Laurence’s face tightened in embarrassment. He huffed, putting on a show of indifference.
“Worry about him? Hardly. His grandson charmed my apprentice while I was away—I need to have a serious talk with him.”
Their light sparring continued until the driver pulled the car over.
Wesley stepped forward and opened the door for Laurence.
“Mr. Rayne, my grandfather is waiting for you at home. Please—after you.”
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