Mia Lane asked him softly, "Why not take photos with them? They’re guests too."
"I’m married now, need to be more aware and keep a distance from won," he said. "You never know where those photos might end up. If they get into the hands of soone with ulterior motives and are handed over to the dia for so wild stories, wouldn’t that just create unnecessary trouble?"
She understood what he ant, he had thought it through thoroughly.
"It’s because they were guests that I gave them a smile earlier."
In the golden sunlight, Mia Lane’s beauty was ethereal, more exquisite than any precious jewel in the world. Her dark, bright eyes were set on her face, and when she smiled, it was as if they sparkled with starlight.
Today, she looked like a radiant flower, particularly captivating.
In the seaside villa.
Sean Dalton sat on the second-floor terrace. She lifted a bottle of wine and poured herself a glass, speaking in a relaxed tone, "The best way to forget a relationship is with a new love. Leaving it to ti is useless; ti won’t bother to heal your wounds."
Anton Miller maintained a calm, indifferent expression.
Facing the wind, he tilted his head back and took a sip of Lafite, uninterested in discussing emotions.
"Can’t you consider ?" Sean Dalton, holding her wine glass, leaned against the chair back, boldly gazing at him with a smile on her lips, "I like you!"
Anton Miller was not surprised; he believed in his own charm.
Receiving the confession from the leading lady, he didn’t feel a sense of victory. He simply examined the wine in his glass, "This wine tastes nice." Perfectly avoiding the topic, he didn’t even glance at her.
Sean Dalton was montarily stunned. Was he treating her words like they were nothing?
Anton Miller put down his wine glass and stood up, "I’m a bit tired, want to take a nap." After saying this, he headed inside, "Ms. Tancred, see the guest out."
Sean Dalton’s face turned grim, but his back quickly disappeared from her view.
If they didn’t talk about this topic, could they chat a little longer?
Would he change his tune if they talked about emotions?
Ms. Tancred stood not far away watching her, without rushing, simply waiting for her to get up and leave.
Sean Dalton picked up the wine glass, tilted her head back, and finished the wine. Then she stood up, walked out, feeling quite upset.
For a master of the love field who never lacks won around him, who changes won like clothes, never getting attached, he’s actually troubled by a woman who’s married with two kids?
Sean Dalton truly couldn’t figure it out—what exactly is this thing called emotion?
Today’s wedding took over all major headlines, and even overseas dia were reporting on it.
Various related newspapers erged endlessly, the internet crashed at one point, and programrs from all over were on standby 24/7, with Weibo crashing over a dozen tis.
Even the slightest event concerning Justin Kingston could stir up winds and waves, let alone a lifelong event?
The wedding was already sensational enough, with Monica Usher wearing a wedding dress as well, adding to the spectacle.
CEO Kingston openly giving out benefits was practically throwing money around, making countless netizens envious.
Everything happening on site was posted online, giving all the netizens a visual feast, with the topic’s popularity soaring.
The final result was Mia Lane’s complete victory, both in terms of temperant and her standing in CEO Kingston’s heart, as solid as a rock.
By evening, the sunset was charming.
Justin Kingston arranged the banquet on a luxury cruise ship that could accommodate over a thousand people.
The villagers from Sunshine Village also attended. Although they seed out of place in such a luxuriously extravagant setting, their confidence was through the roof, almost as if they were long-ti pals with Justin Kingston.
This drew a wave of admiration.
As night fell, stars twinkled across the sky, and light strips wound around the deck’s railings, turning the entire cruise ship into a magnificent floating palace, breathtakingly beautiful.
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