Chapter 2 What Is He Doing Here?

The Clark Residence, when looked at, exuded a joyful atmosphere. The entire town of Woodspine Heights knew that the Clarks were marrying off their eldest daughter. Ceryl Clark, Wendy's stepsister, wore nothing but grimness on her face when she saw Wendy, the bride, all dolled up. This is outrageous! How can a country bumpkin like her look so radiant and capture everyone's attention after putting on makeup?! Hmph, if the days of (the) scion of the Willoughby Family weren't numbered, this country bumpkin wouldn't have gotten the chance to marry into the city! She huffed and sneered. "You're a jinx. Whoever gets close to you will be bound to be unlucky! Thanks to you, your mother died twenty years ago, and I bet you'll also kill your man soon!" However, Wendy was unfazed, making nothing of Ceryl's snarky remarks as she calmly adjusted the hem of her wedding dress and stood up from the chair. A faint, indifferent smile appeared on her fair face as she passed by Ceryl and whispered, "Is that so? Then you should be careful, my dear sister." "You!" Ceryl's eyes widened, her face turning red with anger. Who do you think you are to act so smugly?! You'll end up a widow even if you marry into the purple! Let's see how an ugly duckling like you can remain smug. Jealousy burned beneath Ceryl's eyes as she bore into Wendy's slender back. That cursed wench! How can a country bumpkin also have an attractive back?! The bridal car came to a stop in front of the Clark Residence, and Wendy's stepmother, Libby Sutton, went up to Wendy while holding hands with Wendy's father, Oliver Clark, advising her to obey her husband after getting married. Wendy nodded obediently in response. "Am I the only one going, though?" A hint of confusion flashed across Wendy's crystal-clear eyes as she was about to board the car. At that, Libby quickly made an excuse, saying, "There are so many guests at home. You should go ahead of us. Your father and I will visit you another time." With that, she urged the chauffeur to drive. Rumors had it that the scion of the Willoughby Family had a poor mind and a short life, but he had a hot temper. The last thing Libby wanted was to get involved in any trouble. Wendy understood at once. This woman sure is heartless. She sends me into the lion's den that is the Willoughby Family while she and her daughter steers clear of it. Huh, how interesting. Let's see how terrifying this unapproachable scion of the Willoughby Family is. Meanwhile, Libby heaved a sigh of relief as she watched the bridal car disappear into the distance. Ceryl, on the other hand, finally ambled to her mother's side when she saw the jinx had left. "Hmph, as expected of a country bumpkin. Look at how happy she is even when she is to marry a short-lived idiot." So what even if she's pretty?! A trace of joy flickered in Libby's eyes as she said, "If it isn't that she's an oblivious country bumpkin, she wouldn't be worthy of the short-lived Willoughby either. The way I see it, they're a perfect match! I sure have a good eye, right, dear?" She shook Oliver's arm to share the credit. The man nodded in agreement. It indeed was thanks to Libby's brilliant idea that the whole plan ended so perfectly. Now, not only were they in-laws with the Willoughbys, but his precious younger daughter didn't have to suffer either. It was indeed a win-win situation! The bridal car drove for a long time before finally arriving at the luxurious Indigo Sanctuary in the affluent neighborhood. The large mansion was eerily quiet with not a soul in sight, and Wendy waited in the bridal chamber until midnight, but the groom never showed up. Tired of waiting, she took off the heavy jewelry and changed out of her wedding gown, having no intention of waiting any longer. I'm famished! Since returning to the Clark Residence bright and early that morning, she was immediately taken away for makeup and dressing. The servants didn't even bother to offer her a glass of water, let alone a meal. After sneaking out of the bridal chamber and down the stairs, she searched for the kitchen and finally found it after a long while. It was pitch black when she found it, with only slivers of moonlight filtering through the windows. She traversed cautiously in the dark to find a silhouette approaching her from the left wall just as she opened the fridge. The thieves in Woodspine Heights sure are audacious. To think they'd even dare break into the mansions in the affluent neighborhood, she mused. At that, Wendy calmly closed the door and took a bite of her bread. Sensing the approaching presence behind her, she smirked and swiftly jabbed the silver needle from her palm into the man's neck. With a muffled groan, the man collapsed onto the floor. She turned the lights on at once and was stumped when the warm lighting immediately illuminated the dashing face. What the heck?! It's the guy I saved last night! But what is he doing here?!