Freya took Joanne's answer as a smooth showing that she and her husband were quite lovey-dovey. She sneered and hung up the phone.

In five days, it would be her and Chris's wedding.

She counted with her fingers and found that two hands would never be enough for her to count the days since she fell for him.

During the dozen years where the seasons had reincarnated, Freya had fantasized about her and Chris's wedding countless times, but she never dared to express it in specific words. Two years before, Chris still showed his dislike for her. She was brave enough and hell-bent on pursuing him, but she never dared to imagine the future.

Fortunately, she never gave up and finally found her own happiness.

Freya put down her mobile phone and held her chin in her hands. She thought that she would be able to show off their affection soon!

In order to carry out the wedding and honeymoon travel smoothly, Chris had already handed over the company's affairs to the deputy general manager, so he was off work that day. He stayed at home and saw Freya smirking when he went downstairs.

He rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt and walked toward her. "What makes you so happy?"

She opened her hand, with her long and fair fingers stretching out in front of him. She did not hide her excitement and expectation. "There are only five days left for our wedding!"

He looked at her child-like satisfied expression and could not help but laugh silently. Freya pointed at him and laughed. "You can't wait, either!"

"Yeah, I can't." Chris was willing to admit his unprecedented expectation.

When he was young, he wished that he would grow up soon so that he could live his life as he wanted.

After he became an adult, he wished to be able to complete his studies and start his own career.

After he had his own career, he was naturally looking forward to the continuous expansion of the company's domain, being able to master the overall situation in the business world, and having enough strength to protect the one he wanted to protect.

He was satisfied with all the expectations related to growing up and the material life. But then, he realized that all of his expectations were nothing compared with their wedding. Even if the satisfaction was ten times or one hundred times more than what he had achieved, it was not comparable to the one he was feeling at the moment.

Perhaps it was because of love.

She intimately wrapped her arms around his waist and restrained her laughter. "There's one thing that my parents want me to ask you."

He asked, "What is it?"

"Will your father and stepmother... come to our wedding?" She asked carefully. She had known since high school that Chris and his sister had a bad relationship with Steven, but the blood relationship could not be cut off. If Steven went to their wedding, they should have a plan in advance.

"I didn't tell him, but he must know." The smile on his lips disappeared bit by bit, as if he didn't like to talk about Steven. "Whether he comes or not, it's his business. We already have many guests."

"...I see." Freya had prepared a bunch of words to persuade Chris, but in the end, she swallowed them all back and took his hand. "Let's have breakfast. There are still a lot of things to do today!"

After so many years, Steven couldn't affect Chris's mood as easily as before. Chris also knew what was the most important thing at the moment. Without saying anything, he went to the dining room with Freya.

Freya gave up persuading him because she knew very well that he was reasonable. If Steven was worthy of being forgiven, Chris and Joanne wouldn't have hated him for so long.

Since Chris treated Steven as a guest, then in her eyes, Steven would always be a guest.

Five days was neither a short nor a long time. Four days passed in the blink of an eye.

On the fourth day-the night before the wedding, Freya booked a bar owned by a big star at the city center-to hold a party.

Before she became a model, Freya already had a lot of friends. After she became a model, she had more good-looking model friends, which attracted a lot of young single men. Without a doubt, the last party as a bachelorette would be lively to an extraordinary degree.

Wendy also received Freya's invitation. The party began at 8 o'clock in the evening, but Wendy wasn't sure when she could get off work, so she had to tell Freya that she would go to the party on her own after work, so she wouldn't have to wait for her.

It turned out that Wendy was a very promising person. When she was about to get off work, the emergency section received several injured from a car accident. One of them needed doctors from various sections for consultation, including cardial surgeon. She was taken as an assistant by a senior surgeon.

The operation lasted for more than four hours. Although Wendy was not the chief surgeon, she was still exhausted, so much that she couldn't feel her hands and feet after the operation. It was almost nine o'clock when she came out of the operating room, and there were six or seven missed calls from Freya on her mobile phone.

She didn't even have time to eat. After she changed her clothes, she ran out of the hospital, took a taxi and went straight to the bar by the river.

When Wendy walked into the bar, she wondered if she had stepped into another world-there were flashing lights, deafening music, a group of young and beautiful men and women who madly swayed their bodies to the music. They were enjoying a free-spirited carnival.

The life for an intern surgeon was too hard. Wendy had forgotten when her last crazy release was.

After looking around among a group of men and women who were out of control, Wendy finally found Freya. She walked over to greet her. "My cousin is not here?"

"Oh." Freya drank some wine as she waved her hand. "I didn't invite your cousin to my party!"

"..." Wendy smiled and pointed to the sofa area. "I didn't have dinner yet. I'll go and find something to eat first."

"Go ahead." Freya patted Wendy's shoulder. "Don't forget to come and have fun after eating!" "There are a bunch of handsome guys. You can pick whomever you like. I'm your sister-in-law, so I will take care of it!"

Wendy was choked by Freya's words. She nodded and ran to the sofa area with her purse.

For a hungry woman like her, any handsome man was nothing. Food was the most practical thing!

The sofa area has many booths, one after the other. They weren't completely divided; it was half open and half private arrangement. People could talk to each other when they entered the room but not be disturbed when they retreated inside. The design was very thoughtful.

However, Wendy didn't care about those things at all. She picked a booth with more food. After putting down her purse, she picked up a few pieces on a clean plate and began to pig out.

A figure suddenly shrouded her head just as she swallowed a piece of watermelon that was as sweet as honey. "Are you Freya's friend?" "...But you don't like to be her friend!" It was a man's voice. The young man was full of energy, which made people think of a beautiful scene where the handsome elegant young boy was standing in the sunlight.

Wendy looked up and did not say anything. A young and handsome face came into view. She quickly looked at him up and down. He was in casual clothes and sneakers, all of it from famous brands. His short hair was dyed linen; he was young and fashionable. It could be seen that his hairstyle had been carefully done.

How could he be described? Well, he was the type that girls in their early twenties would fall in love with at first sight.

Unfortunately, there was already a man in Wendy's heart. She didn't feel startled or excited by the appearance of such a fashionable man. She calmly met his eyes and said, "I am her cousin-in-law, and Chris is my cousin."

"No wonder." The young man held out his hand. "Hello, my name is Connell Douglas."

Wendy shook his hand politely. Xiao...

Before she could say her name, Connell interrupted her, "Wendy, your full name is Wendy. I know that."

Wendy withdrew her hand and looked at him in surprise. "When did we meet?"

Connell looked at the precious watch on his wrist and said, "I saw you five hours ago." "Unfortunately, you probably didn't see me at the time."

Five hours back, Wendy was at the hospital. She asked doubtfully, "Did you go to the hospital today?"

"In the afternoon. The car accident patient who was in the emergency room is my friend." Connell said, "I was waiting outside the operating room. I saw you and your senior doctor enter the emergency room for the consultation, then I heard you discussing my friend's injuries."

So that was the case. Wendy said, "Your friend is seriously injured, but it is all fractures, not life-threatening. Don't worry. He will be in the hospital for a period of time before the rehabilitation treatment. He will be able to recover soon."

"What I'm more concerned about is-" Connell placed one hand on the tea table in front of Wendy. Suddenly, he leaned over and approached her in an ambiguous manner. "Can I go and directly ask you about my friend's condition in the future?"

Wendy shrank into her seat and tried to stay away from him as far as possible. "You should go find his attending doctor. My answer wouldn't be comprehensive."

"So, can you be his attending doctor?"

Wendy took a deep breath and looked at him seriously. "I haven't even obtained my medical license yet, so I'm not qualified to be an attending doctor for any patient." "Besides, can you sit away from me?" "I am allergic to a certain composition of the cologne you're wearing."

Being sensible, Connell straightened up and sat across her. "An intern, right?" "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Wendy didn't even look at him when she heard his question. She snorted and said, "It's none of your business."

"Before I saw you, it's was really none of my business whether you had a boyfriend or not." "But now-it's my business." Connell looked at Wendy with a smile and said, "If I guess right, you don't have a boyfriend."

Wendy,"..."

"How about me?" Connell quickly winked at her. His movements were full of youthful vitality but not childish. "Dr. Moore, I think we are a perfect match!"

Wendy was shocked. "In this world, there is actually someone more shameless than Gavin," she exclaimed.

That was right. At the moment, she was thinking about Gavin, and even unconsciously compared Connell with him.

Connell showed a dissatisfied look. "Shen, what?" "Who's the guy?"

"You don't know him." Wendy lowered her head and continued to eat, feeling nervous for no reason.

Not far away, Freya looked at them with a smile and sent the photos she took just then to Gavin...