Jake later walked into the room, asking kindly, "Are you ready, Joan?"
Joan sat unmoving from her position on the sofa, ignoring him.
His gaze sharpened, and his tone grew cold. "Today's our big day, and everyone's waiting for us outside. The least you could do is cooperate with me."
Cooperate?By faking a smile and shaking hands with the guests outside? She scoffed. It was an impossible task for her.
Ted barged through the door. "Mr. Wilson, Mrs. Ledger is here."
Jake cleared his throat and readjusted his suit jacket before following his assistant out.
So this was all just a show put on to impress his snobbish, high-class peers! Joan was deep in thought. Is there anything else I could still do at this moment?
Picking up her handbag, she pulled out a small packet of powder and poured it all into a glass of water on the table.
I told you, Jake, I am not getting married to you!
Mustering up all her courage, she downed the entire glass of water and lay back down on the sofa, her eyes fluttering closed.
"Where's Joan? She's running late!" Jake demanded in a low voice as he and Ted later huddled in the corner of the lobby.
"Perhaps she's a little tired," Ted stammered out.
Without waiting for the assistant to finish speaking, Jake made a beeline for the dressing room. Upon his arrival, rage flared up within him when he spotted Joan asleep on the sofa.
Is this d*mn woman trying to make me into a public humiliation?
"Joan! Wake up! The ceremony is about to begin!" Jake shouted, but got no response.
"Joan!" Still nothing.
The realization dawned upon Jake like a flash of lightning, and he rushed over to her. When he tried to shake her awake, blood started trickling out of her nose.
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