Evan slightly squinted. His look was calm and gentle. But underneath that look was unfathomable darkness. Evan didn't withdraw his look from Charles and Avery. He said like he didn't care, "Whatever you like."
Evan's response was casual and lack of rich anings.
Diana was so nervous that she kept squeezing Evan's shirt. Did that an a yes?
Diana was frozen because she found it inconceivable. Soon she smiled, "I'll get prepared."
Her voice was low. It was covered by applause soon.
After the wedding ceremony, a bouquet was thrown in the air. Avery looked around casually but tightened her pupils suddenly.
She exchanged a look with Evan. His look was very calm. He seed like smiling but not, which sent chills down Avery's spine.
She was guilty. Although Evan said he didn't care, she still felt guilty when she said yes.
"Charles, there will be singing and dancing according to our customs. I'll ask them to take Avery to get changed."
Avery saw the guests moved to a different location. On the wide greens, the maids put tables in a circle. In the middle was the stage where dancers would be singing.
At night, there would be bonfires. Playing the musical instrunt around bonfires with dancing and singing was a tradition in the ancient countries. It was a blessing to the newly married couple.
It got windy. And Charles took off his coat imdiately to wrap on Avery, "Are you tired? I'll take you to get changed and rest for a mont?"
The coat had Charles's temperature on. It wrapped her in at once. Avery was used to being friends with Charles. Then she just realized she was married to him in that way...
It was awkward and distant.
Avery nodded and said coldly, "It's okay. I'll go on my own."
Then she added, "You need to stay to entertain the guests."
Charles knew he couldn't push Avery too far. He watched her walking to the changing room.
Avery had to walk past a long corridor to get to the changing room. Outside the corridor was a small garden with fountains, fake mountains, flowers, and butterflies.
Avery leaned against the long bench and rubbed her temple. She was sleepy and closed her eyes to rest for a bit.
She didn't know how much ti had passed.
Click
Suddenly, there was a sound of opening a lighter. There was a faint fire brightening the shadow of a man.
He wore a blue suit. One of his thin hands was in his trouser pocket and wore a luxury and custom made watch with silver shining. Another held a cigarette. He gave off a cold signal which intimidated people to get close.
Avery stood up without any hesitation. She walked over to that man.
The man slightly crossed his legs and leaned against the wall. He wore the sa indifferent look seeing Avery.
His look was cold and proud. He spat the smoke out and said slowly, "Mrs. yer."
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Avery wanted to ask Evan why he suddenly turned so indifferent. But his address stopped her idea.
Avery knew he wouldn't tell her.
Maybe instead of telling her the reason, he might make fun of her.
The white smoke was all over Avery's face. She had to hold back her dissatisfaction and sneered, "If so, to return the courtesy, should I call you my ex-husband?"
Evan's look got worse when she was the coat on Avery's shoulder. Sothing erged from the deep waters and soon disappeared. Maybe he didn't notice it.
Evan slowly blew out the smoke, "Whatever."
Avery was silent. At the mont, Evan to her was like the think smoke full of mystery waiting for her to uncover his secrets.
But he was really indifferent to her.
Fine, Avery thought, if Evan wanted to play indifferently, she'd play along.
She leaned against the wall standing next to him.
Evan froze for a second, not sure what Avery wanted to do. He smiled, "Mrs. yer, you've tried with several tis, do you want back?"
Avery tilted her head and looked up at Evan, "Not really. I just want to borrow a cigarette."
It was Evan's turn to be speechless.
Evan saw how seductive Avery was looking up at him. He was slightly hesitating. But he took out a dedicated iron case full of cigarettes whose brand Avery had no idea. They were placed neatly.
Avery never smoked. And Evan didn't smoke unless he was really agitated.
As for why borrowing a cigarette from Evan, she had no idea.
Avery brushed her fingers along the cigarettes as well as Evan's heartstring. Beautiful notes were played, and lovely music was heard.
The red fingernails on the white cigarettes were seductively tempting.
Avery put the cigarette between her index finger and middle finger, like what Evan did. And she put the cigarette between her lips, "Can I borrow so light too?"
Evan frowned, "Sorry, I don't have a lighter."
How did Evan light up without a lighter? He was intentional.
Avery, with the cigarette between her lips, suddenly tiptoed to get closer to Evan. She put her cigarette against his. Faint light lit up in the dark corridor.
Evan could sll the sweet scent unique to Avery mixed with cigarette sll. He grabbed it from her mouth, tossed it on the ground and stepped on it.
"Smoking is bad for your health."
"My ex-husband used to say he didn't care what I did. Evan, if you have no feelings for , why do you care if I'm healthy or not?"
Evan took away the cigarette, tossed it on the ground and stepped on it, "It's my cigarette."
Then Evan was about to leave with a calm look. But Avery grabbed his wrist gently. He looked back. The coat on Avery's shoulder fell. She didn't change her wedding dress. He could see how ample her breast was. And her skin was purer than the wedding dress.
While Evan was frozen, he suddenly grabbed sothing with his big and thick hand.
It was soft, ample, and flexible.
Evan looked down, and he couldn't believe what happened. Avery put one of his hands on his breast.
The touch was tempting. Plus, the shock to the eye boiled the blood inside Evan's blood. He got as coarse as he could when he said, "Mrs. yer, what are you doing?"
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