Gerald tried to calm her down.

“Who were these two? How did they even come in here? Did they know the rules?” exclaimed a middle-aged man from the other table. The entire room fell into a hushed whisper.

It was nothing but plain rudeness stealing Elena’s limelight while she was still talking on stage.

All the more, standing up while everyone else was seated must have caught the attention of the Larsons.

Everyone’s attention then shifted back to the stage to see how Elena would react.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she dropped the microphone in her hand.

“You came!” Elena cried.

Gerald cleaned his pants, and when he heard Elena’s voice, he realized she was looking right at him.

“Yes. Happy birthday!” Gerald replied awkwardly.

He looked around, realizing he didn’t actually bring any gifts for her except his car keys.

“I’m sorry I didn’t manage to prepare anything for your birthday. I can only wish,” Gerald said apologetically.

“I thought you’d forgotten me!” Elena wipe