As soon as he spoke, the room erupted into laughter, the teasing and joking filling the air.
“Cole, are you serious? You’re all about true love now? You two have such a huge difference in status. Are you really into her?”
He turned to Jaycie, his eyes soft with affection, so intense that it almost felt like his gaze could melt everything around them. He didn’t speak, but the look in his eyes was a clear answer to their teasing.
Someone else, watching the exchange, couldn’t help but comment, “Looks like he really does love her, huh? But wait—does she really not understand Frutunian?”
The person had only asked casually, but the room burst into laughter. “Jaycie’s family is struggling; there’s no way she could afford to learn a minority language. Don’t worry. She definitely doesn’t understand.”
The mocking laughter echoed around Jaycie, but no one noticed the rapid rise and fall of her breath or the way her fingers had turned white around her glass.
What they didn’t know was that Jaycie actually understood Frutunian.
The truth was, she wasn’t from a struggling family. She was the only daughter of the richest family in Housleton.
Jaycie and Cole had been together for five years, with Cole spoiling her like no one else, but there was one thing he had never done—introduce her to his parents. In the beginning, she thought it was because of the difference in their statuses. The Bensons were a prestigious family in Rochernia, after all.
So, she had planned to reveal her true identity to him. She was the heiress to a fortune, but she didn’t want to live under her parents’ protection forever. That was why she had decided to hide who she was and go out into the world to experience life.
But fate had other plans. Three days ago, she had found a wedding invitation in Cole’s study.
The bride was Eileen Wise.
And the groom was Cole.
It turned out that while he had been whispering sweet things in her ear, he had already agreed to a marriage arranged by his family.
While he was calling her “Babe”, he was also preparing to marry someone who was his equal in social status and approved by his family.
At that moment, Jaycie realized there was no need to say anything more.
He would marry, and she would go back to inherit her family’s business. Both of them would have bright futures ahead.
After a few rounds of drinks, everyone was having a good time, and the night was drawing to a close. They all started to leave, and Jaycie followed them out of the room. She had barely taken a few steps when she heard a stranger’s voice behind her.
“Ms. Stanton! Can I pitch my business idea to you again?”
