“How did it go? Did you get acquainted? If you both like each other, shall we start preparing for the wedding?” Sebastian Brenand’s mother asked.

Yvette Houston smiled. “I quite like him.”

Sebastian forced a grim smile but didn’t respond. He only hoped that he could find Rachel before the wedding.

The Houstons stayed for dinner, both families chatting until late into the night before they finally left.

Sebastian was forced to linger.

His mother led him by the hand to the hall, with his father following closely behind after sending the Houstons off.

His parents dropped the facade and reverted to their cold unsmiling expressions as soon as they settled on the couch.

His mother gazed unhappily at him. “Didn’t I tell you to groom yourself before coming over? Did you assume that Yvette won’t fall for you because of the way you look?”

Sebastian sneered. “All right, you’ve already accomplished your objective. What’s all the yapping for?”

His patience was wearing thin. He would have s