With a wine glass in hand, Mylo clinked glasses with Delmor, a note of wistfulness woven into his voice.

“Remarkable, this estate. Its grandeur is unrivaled, emanating a fragrance of blossoms that mingles with the opulence of the sprawling lawn. And that artificial beach with its azure expanse-it’s truly something to behold. My own wedding might just surpass this splendor.”

Delmor glanced sidelong at Mylo, a wry smile tugging at his lips.

“Your wedding? I might just beat you to it. It’s unusual to see you at such an event without a lady by your side. But perhaps it’s for the best, given the gravity of this occasion.”

Mylo’s gaze shifted towards a woman perched on a swing nearby.

“Then let’s make a pact-whoever finds himself walking down the aisle first wins.”

Delmor’s gaze followed the trajectory of Mylo’s stare, his brows furrowing in contemplation.

genuinely

marked Mylo’s response, accompanied by an

becomes my paramour, the road to marriage beckons. We share a similar social standing, and my investigations deem her

in political circle. You comprehend

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However, the sentiment remained that even if marriage materialized, the allure of extramarital affairs would

“How’s the progress, then?”

knitted together as he mulled over the question, his demeanor subtly perturbed by

presence every day. I’ve adhered to a routine of timely text messages-morning,

in a manner that suggested he found

me that look. I

a considerable journey ahead. But you needn’t be

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