Chapter 142

He repeated this process several times. When he looked up at the time again, he realized it was already 4

a.m.

It’s so late, and she still hasn’t returned. Is the celebration banquet taking this long?

Edgar sat blankly on the sofa, and suddenly, the scene of Sylvia’s dinner party inexplicably appeared in his mind, where everyone was cheering and urging Sylvia and Adrain to have a toast.

He immediately stood up.

No! Absolutely not!

He turned around and headed towards the door, but before he reached the garden, he was stopped by Fifteen and Seventeen.

“Mr. Fallen, it’s very late. You can’t go out in the middle of the night.”

“I’m going to find Sylvia.”

Fifteen and Seventeen remained unmoved. “Miss will come back after she finishes handling things, and besides, she has Brother Eleven protecting her. Just be patient and wait.”

Edgar frowned, his face growing cold.

If it were Eleven tonight, things might be easier to negotiate. Fifteen and Seventeen had always disliked him, and they couldn’t be bothered to say a word to him unnecessarily.

Helpless, Edgar had no choice but to turn back and continue waiting.

The waiting time was often the longest and most agonizing. During this time, he thought about many things.

He vaguely recalled the many times Sylvia had called him over the past three years, hoping he would come home for dinner. Sometimes he would make a few perfunctory remarks, sometimes he would be too lazy to talk to her and simply hang up, not returning home for two or three consecutive

So this was what it felt like to wait all night long….

He looked up and stared at the clock hanging on the opposite wall, his gaze following the movement of the minute hand. Unconsciously, he fell asleep on the sofa.

He didn’t know how long had passed when the sound of the door opening woke him up.

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face lit up. He stood up to greet her. “You’re back. The food has gotten cold,

his offer expressionlessly. “No need, I’ve already had

“Breakfast?”

turned his head and looked at the clock on

didn’t come back last night… She

he sat on the sofa, waiting the entire

heart. “Why didn’t you come back last night? Were you drunk? Where did you

silent. What did Adrain have to do with anything? And with so many

should she answer first?

her back to her place. She was dizzy and vomited at night, so I took

frozen

That trainee who

only be cautious with

sore shoulders and was about to go

tightly. “Sylvia, I spent nearly three hours preparing that table of

could finish the phrase “give me face and

you haven’t had breakfast, you

speak for a long time. Seeing that he had nothing more to say, Sylvia forcibly released her hand

retreating figure and then turned his head to see the table of

a chilled heart. A feeling of indescribable loss

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into a new outfit. As she walked dirangs die mare de saw him standing

coughed softly, bringing his thoughts back. “Hurry up and eat the food, then change info

out with

are we going?”

the

loud bang echoed through

residents of the Fallen Family Mansion were still asleep when they

sudden noise.

led his wife, Hailey,

stairs, asking,

them wore bewildered expressions and discovered a crowded group of people in the hall

on the main sofa, pouring tea, presenting herself as

a well–trained manner, while Edgar stood by the

they were here to

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