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Zephyr asked Neil to stay with him. Neil pretended to be shy but instantly brought his bags and moved into the villa.
The two men were sitting on the carpet, drinking, while Cordelia was on the couch listening to prenatal music.
It was Tchaikovsky’s symphony that was playing on the vinyl player. The grand music was elegant and lively.
However, Neil was frowning. He was thinking about the square.
The nomads did not have proper musical instruments. They could not play symphonies.
However, the tambourine and guitar turned the big square into a party. It was eye-opening.
He wondered what the girl would look like when she danced in a dress.
Her voice was like a nightingale—she could definitely sing well.
Then men would surround her…
Neil felt a squeeze in his heart. He pinched the wine glass until his joints paled.
“What are you doing?” Zephyr reminded him. “It’s your turn to play!”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNeil saw his mocking smile when he snapped back to his senses. He did not have to play, and he was losing.
“I’m not playing anymore!” He tossed the cards like a sore loser.
Zephyr chuckled and locked eyes with Cordelia.
They knew he was thinking about someone.
“Go check on her if you can’t let go!” Cordelia smiled. “You have legs. Nobody is tying you up here. Why don’t you
go?”
“Cousin, are you chasing me away?” Neil peeped at her and then looked at Zephyr. “Are you not controlling your
wife!?”
However, Zephyr went to sit next to her directly and nodded in all seriousness. “My wife is right!”
“You…” He could not stay to watch them.
He was mad. “You’re a loser, Zephyr!”
The latter shook his head expressionlessly.
Neil put down the wine glass and teased him. “You’re your wife’s slave!”
“Oh…” Zephyr pretended to look mysterious. “Even if I’m my wife’s slave, it’s better than someone not having a
wife.”
“That’s right, hubby!” Cordelia squeezed his face and fed him a blueberry.
He smiled gently and kissed her hair. “My wife is the best!”
Neil widened his eyes. He could no longer sit here for another second as if there was a thorn in his butt.
He never had to shoot such a cringy scene when he was in Trinity’s movie.
Cordelia finally failed to hold back and laughed out loud when she saw Neil’s disgusted face.
She patted his shoulder. “Seriously though, it’s all thanks to Aurelia that the dresses aren’t ruined. The fashion show
is tomorrow. She must be given the biggest credit! Here!”
Neil took it over. It was the invitation to tomorrow’s event. It had a light blue background with faint watercolor lilies
painted on it. The gold stamping words were elegant and bright.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“I can’t move too much, so could you give the invitation to Aurelia?” Cordelia smiled and said,
“She’s my guest tomorrow!”
Neil was going to reject her, but Zephyr held onto his wrist so that he could not say no.
“Um… Okay.” Neil was unwilling. “Cousin, I actually don’t want to talk to people like her. Ha, I’m a Best Actor award
winner, after all. I come from a rather extraordinary background. We’re from two different worlds! I…”
Cordelia and Zephyr watched him in silence as he put on an act.
Neil scratched his nose and played with the invitation card. He smiled. “But since this is a mission, I guess I’ll do it
for you!”
He stood up as soon as he was done speaking and rushed out of the villa before he could even put on his jacket, as
if there was grease beneath his feet. He disappeared within three seconds.
Cordelia was not sure whether to laugh or cry. She poked her husband. “Why are you men so fake?”
“Don’t drag me in. I’m not like him!”
“Oh, really?” She playfully looked at him. “When you pretended to be Marcus and married me, had you never
thought you’d leave me one day because we’re from different worlds?”
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