With her hand resting on Vincent’s arm, Katelyn walked in from outside, immediately capturing the room’s attention. The sight of such a captivating pair was impossible to ignore.
Curious whispers spread quickly as people exchanged glances.
“What’s Katelyn doing here? Isn’t she the ex-wife? Could she be here to stir up drama at her ex-husband’s wedding?”
A woman, sipping from a glass of red wine, couldn’t help but laugh, “Just look at her. She’s practically stealing the spotlight from the bride.”
“Do you think we’ll see some drama unfold later?”
The group shared sly smiles, their eyes gleaming with expectation. A confrontation between the ex and the current partner was bound to cause a stir.
Carol settled into a sofa nearby, unable to suppress the wide smile spreading across her face as she watched Katelyn enter. Turning to Vincent, Katelyn said quietly, “Mr. Adams, I’ll go ahead and make my way over first.”
Vincent gave a small nod.
“Okay.”
His eyes followed Katelyn as she walked toward Carol, and then he turned in the opposite direction. Pulling out his phone, he quickly typed a message to Samuel.
“Watch Zoey closely.” A moment later, Samuel’s reply came through.
“’Understood!”
Meanwhile, Carol reached out and took Katelyn’s hand, motioning for Katelyn to sit next to her.
Katelyn offered a polite smile and greeted her warmly, saying, “Carol, how have you been? Are you feeling alright?”
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She hadn’t intended to attend today, but things rarely went according to her plans.
Carol, Lise, and even Neil had sent Katelyn invitations. With everyone eager for her company, it was the perfect opportunity for her to visit Carol and see how her recovery was progressing. It was also a chance to make use of the Spring Snow Herb.
Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by a voice.
“Grandma, let others handle things. Don’t exhaust yourself,” Neil said, maneuvering his wheelchair closer.
Carol’s initial smile slowly faded, and she responded with impatience, “Focus on your own issues. I know what I’m doing.” Her displeasure toward him was clear.
Neil maintained his smile, but his hand tightened into a fist at his side.
Katelyn sat silently aside, showing no interest in interacting with Neil.
Carol then turned to Katelyn, speaking softly.
“Katelyn, let’s go upstairs for a chat. We’ll return when the wedding begins.” Katelyn had no ions. After all, the guests were primarily relatives and business associates of the Wheeler family, and their stares made her somewhat uncomfortable. She nodded and suggested, “Alright, let me help you up.”
Together, they disregarded Neil and moved toward the lounge. Neil watched Katelyn’s back as she walked away. Her elegant posture caught his attention, and he yearned to step up, grasp her waist, and embrace her.
His frustration intensified. He swore to himself that one day, he would make Katelyn plead for mercy!
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