Charlie lounged in the VIP section, his gaze fixated on Emily since she made her entrance. Glancing at Jonathan, he couldn't help
but smirk, "I totally get why you wanted to clock Manley Scott last time!"
Jonathan's gaze was inscrutable, his tone ambiguous. "We're not the same, Charlie. If you want to go up there and start swinging
now, | won't stop you."
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Charlie scoffed, "After all this tJosiah looked up to you, you're really going to throw him under the bus like that? Doesn't it prick
your conscience?"
Jonathan replied coolly, "Considering | didn't march up there and drag her away, I'd say I've been quite generous."
Nodding, Charlie said, "He's my cousin, so I'll cut him sslack too. But this is definitely the last time."
Jonathan gave him a sidelong glance. "What if at my wedding, Ella wants Emily to be her maid of honor?"
Charlie chuckled, "What makes you think your wedding will happen before mine?"
A flicker of sarcasm crossed Jonathan's face. "The odds are less than zero."
Charlie's handsface darkened, then he quickly recovered with a forced smile. "Early or late doesn't matter. Emily and | already
have kids!"
Jonathan spoke deliberately, "The kids are here, but she hasn't agreed to marry you. Not sure what there is to be proud of."
Charlie was at a loss for words.
He no longer wanted to sit next to this sharp-tongued man!
As a warm and elegant piano melody filled the air, the hall quieted down. The doors swung open, letting in a dazzling light, and
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