Chapter 268
“As a good friend, I have to give you some advice. You can’t be so vain. You lied to us before, saying you were going to marry Theodore. What a joke. We’re not stupid; of course we didn’t believe you. The man is getting married the day after tomorrow. I heard Mrs. Stapleton is not only gorgeous, but also highly educated, capable, and from an incredibly powerful family. You really picked the wrong person to lie about. In what world could you possibly compare to Mrs. Stapleton p>
Rebecca punctuated her speech with a disdainful pout.
“Susan, I’m right, aren’t I p>
Susan took a sip of coffee and nearly choked on it.
Penelope didn’t know whether to be angry or amused. Rebecca had insulted her and praised her in the same breath.
“Yes, Mrs. Stapleton is on another level. We could never hope to compare,” she said, stifling a laugh.
“You could never hope to compare,” Rebecca corrected. “As for me, Mrs. Stapleton and I will surely be seeing a lot of each other because of our companies’ partnership. But don’t be jealous. If the opportunity arises, I’ll introduce you p>
Penelope’s mouth twitched, while Susan already looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her whole out of secondhand embarrassment.
For some, the coffee was bitter. For others, it was a taste of triumph. And for one, it was just plain entertaining.
After dinner that evening, the women gathered together, chatting idly.
Someone asked, “I wonder what the groom’s side is up to p>
Everyone agreed they were probably busy, especially the groom-entertaining guests, confirming the wedding day schedule, coordinating with the caterers.
“And making time to think about his bride!” someone joked, and the room filled with laughter.
Rebecca, both bashful and confident, added, “He’s usually so clingy. Even though we’re only apart for one night, I’m sure he’s missing me too much to sleep p>
“Does everyone really want to know what the groom is doing?” Penelope asked, an eyebrow raised.
“Don’t tell me you know what he’s doing,” someone asked with a hint of sarcasm. Penelope smiled. “As a matter of fact, I do p>
She called over a hotel staff member, who fiddled with the television for a moment. Then, the screen flickered to life, showing a live feed from the security camera in Zebulon and Rebecca’s master bedroom.
It was in real-time, with no delay.
“You-you’re monitoring their bedroom? Isn’t that inappropriate?” someone commented.
Penelope sighed. “I installed this camera to catch a thief, but instead p>
“Penelope this isn’t your room anymore, and my husband is no longer your boyfriend. Shouldn’t you take down that camera?” Rebecca said, clearly displeased.
“If you’re asking my opinion, then yes, I agree you should take it down p>
“You p>
“I was wondering where your husband was. Turns out he’s on the balcony making a call p>
On the screen, Zebulon was on the phone with someone, his brow furrowed in a look of cautious concern.
“He’s handling work,” Rebecca explained.
Penelope shrugged. “Looks like he’s a busy man p>
After the call, someone delivered the groom’s tuxedo. Zebulon hung it in the closet and then bustled around the room.
Just as the group was getting bored, Zebulon took another call and left the room.
A moment later, he returned, this time with another woman.
It was Anna. She strolled around the room, pausing at the wedding bed. She looked at the bed, covered her mouth and giggled before sitting down on the bed. fo
The onlookers were still confused when Zebulon quickly stripped off his clothes,
pounced on Anna, and the two began to kiss passionately.
The blessing was gone, the wedding a
bed was a wreck, and on it, Zebulon and the other woman were lost in a passionate tangle, rolling across the sheets.
The audience in front of the TV: p>