Chapter 1596:
Laurence’s expression softened, if only a little. Wesley had manners—something Gerald himself had never possessed.
As the wedding day drew closer, Wesley took charge of every ceremonial detail. From choosing the venue and arranging the guest list to selecting the bouquet and designing the rings, nothing escaped his watchful eye.
Elena, by contrast, embraced her role as the carefree bride and drifted through her days without a trace of worry.
When news of her upcoming wedding spread through social circles, friends rushed forward with offers to help.
Fannie, one of the industry’s most celebrated fashion designers, created Elena’s wedding dress. Monica, director of Leopardex, crafted a custom jewelry set exclusively for her. The Queen of Yoswye sent a crown. High-ranking military officials arrived bearing extravagant gifts.
One priceless treasure after another flooded the Harper estate, leaving the entire family speechless.
Louis stared in awe.
“Elena, how did you befriend so many powerful people? Even the Queen of Yoswye sent you a wedding gift. That’s incredible.”
Jeffry, recently discharged from the hospital and now living with Lydia, understood more than most. He knew Elena’s identity ran deeper than appearances suggested. She had hidden talents that would stagger anyone—a master jewelry designer, a world-class hacker, a legendary healer. And yet, even he found himself startled by the roster of gift-givers. His sister exceeded every expectation he’d ever had of her.
After receiving a reminder about a prenatal checkup, Jeffry said goodbye to Elena and drove off. He headed straight to Lydia’s place and climbed the stairs to see her.
The maid greeted him at the entrance with practiced respect.
“Mr. Harper, Miss Hunt is resting upstairs.”
Jeffry nodded, changed into slippers, and went up quietly.
𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝘆: 𝗀ⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝗌﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗺
These days, he spent most of his time living here, no longer needing to hide his relationship with Lydia. He had once suggested she move into the Harper residence for convenience, but Lydia had refused—too accustomed to her cozy nest, too fond of her own space.
So Jeffry had simply packed up and moved in with her instead.
Their place was only a short drive from the Harper residence. After learning about their relationship, Jolie often stopped by with tonics and nourishing soups, careful not to overwhelm Lydia with too many visitors at once.
When Jeffry reached the bedroom, he found Lydia hunched over her phone, playing a mobile game with fierce concentration. Without a word, he leaned in and plucked the phone from her hands.
“Hey!” Lydia shot him an annoyed look, reaching for it.
“What gives? I was about to win!”
Jeffry exited the game, his tone gentle but unyielding as he ruffled her hair.
“Game over. Time for your prenatal checkup.”
Lydia frowned, pouting like a child denied dessert.
Jeffry bent down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his voice low and coaxing.
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