Meanwhile at the West Hill Villa.
Uncle Chow stood outside the master bedroom on the third floor, respectfully reporting, "Young Master, Professor Wang has arrived."
"I know."
Oliver Bloom was sending the last message to Elise Don.
He lowered his eyes, typed "Good night," sent it, then set down his phone.
Beside him was an open book—a thick one titled "Industrial Economics"—resting on the armrest of the single sofa.
Oliver Bloom swung his long legs off the leather stool, picked up the book, and headed to the study.
If he wasn't training, ten o'clock at night was indeed Oliver Bloom's bedtime.
However, for a long while ahead, he wouldn't be able to sleep that early.
…
Perhaps she was truly about to get married, as Elise Don suddenly felt many past memories seemed unimportant now.
At present, just the wedding alone was enough to overwhelm her.
