Marisol had just left.

About five minutes later, Noah came home.

He had just entered the living room when Gladys tiptoed over to him and whispered, “Ms. Marisol was here a while ago. That lady must’ve said something that struck a nerve with Ms. Gwynn because she’s upset right now!”

Frowning, he nodded in understanding.

Later, he found Gwynn at the guest room.

The pot of tea had already gone cold.

She was lying on the brocade couch and staring off into space. Marisol’s visit must’ve upset her a lot.

He walked over and patted her head. “If you don’t feel like doing it, we can try the gowns another day.”

Coming back to her senses, she stared at him.

The evening sun cast a faint orange hue on his dashing face, making it look heartwarming. She fixed her gaze on him for a long time and smiled faintly. “That won’t be necessary! I want to do it… I want to get married to you, wearing a pretty gown!”

His eyes grew darker at that.

Then, he pulled her into his arms and held her.

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