Noah looked at them. He couldn't help lingering a little longer on Yvonne. Among all the women there, she was the most gorgeous one that day.

He looked at Stephen once more with a hint of jealousy.

Soon, he changed into a gentle smile. "Stephen, I'm glad you could make it."

"It's your wedding. How could I not come?" Stephen smiled vaguely.

"Everyone is saying that we don't get along. If I hadn't come, wouldn't that just make the rumor true?"

Stephen said in a hushed tone, his voice extremely charming yet icy, "By then, you might be happy, but I'll be the unlucky one."

Noah's smile was plastered on his face.

Yvonne pretended to be curious. She looked around. "Why can't I see the bride? She'd sent me an invitation. Why isn't she here?"

"She's resting in her room," Noah said without any change in his expression.

"I'll get her to come and greet the guests soon."

"I see." Yvonne smiled.

"You're such a thoughtful husband."

Under the lights, her smile was dazzling. Noah was in