It was already late when Chelsea returned home, but the lights in the Rose Garden were still brightly lit.

Two cars were parked in the driveway—one was the car Chelsea had bought for Jesse, while the other was an unfamiliar sports car.

Assuming they had a guest, Chelsea walked in only to find Thea lounging comfortably on the sofa with Jesse.

Thea acted as if she owned the place, sprawled across the couch, lazily eating fruit off a skewer while complaining nonstop.

“Getting married is such a hassle. I can’t eat anything before the wedding! All I get is fruit to keep me going…”

Jesse, clearly uninterested in Thea’s wedding...