Game Over No Second Chances

Chapter 405

Serena didn't even look up, completely unaware of the attention around her.

Smiling, she pulled out a wristwatch and began explaining its origin and design concept with genuine enthusiasm, her voice full of life.

A few nearby guests began to take notice.

"What a unique perspective," one of them remarked.

"I must say, your taste in Carolyn's Dreamscape collection is impeccable. It's leading the industry right now."

"Carolyn's work may not always be limited edition, but it's undeniably trendsetting. I didn't expect the daughter of Amber Hanson to have such deep insight. I've really underestimated you-I should've come over to chat much earlier."

"This tie clip is quite distinctive too. It really suits Mr. Hugh."

Before long, Serena was effortlessly blending into the crowd, holding court with charm and ease. Hugh remained beside her, his expression as unreadable and cool as always, quietly standing by and listening attentively.

It was as if, in the world of design she loved so much, Serena didn't need to do anything at all. She shone just by being there.

And in Hugh's eyes, she was all he could see.

Cole, unable to even find an opening to greet her, felt his frustration boil over. He turned on his heel and left.

her, surrounded

in to run Nebula Design. Turns out the so-called couple doesn't

herself in the foot. But Mr. Hugh's wife? Now, that's impressive. Try to humiliate her, and she'll drench you in champagne. The

get how the Larson family could consider

a shotgun wedding. It wouldn't be the first time someone used

with humiliation. The smell of champagne

and headed straight down the stairs, slipping out to the

uncontrollably for a long while-until it felt like even

she choked out a sob. "Why can't Cole be like Hugh? Why

wind blew

herself up and go back inside when something

She hadn't even had a

slowly raised her hand to her lower abdomen, a glimmer of something flashing in her

Was

had most of the female guests slipping on their

into her soft fur shawl, sipping fruit juice to soothe her throat, eyes curved into a smile as she looked at

It's super warm. I'm not cold

little thing, domesticated and content to show its

slightly. "You

Serena squinted at him,